Ankyra Sound But you know, that what's burning you's brighter than gold

the shrew recalled her own pregnancy with bitter fondness. often it had been meats to rile her appetite, rather than the plants it seemed rosalyn’s whims desired. there were little plants to be had in the height of winter, likely to rosalyn’s dissatisfaction. 

rosalyn’s willingness to try anything revealed, caiaphas’ gaze swept past the form of the she-wolf, alighting on a clutch of barren brambles in which no fruit hung. what were you searching for? not that caiaphas was offering her undying assistance, or anything... but she was curious to find what had drawn the pirate to the less frequented haunts of the forest.