Ankyra Sound Life, Death, Religion, Survival.

caiaphas had lived a long life, full of many promises -- and almost all of those promises, made by men.

she remained unmoved by his promise, for she had never been a she-wolf to take them very seriously. time, and that irrevocable thing called (human) nature, had a way of undoing the words of even the most earnest soul. she offered just a threadbare smile, shrugging her thin shoulders.

"she is not nobody to rusalka. svalinn and raleska are quite fond of her. if you need to rediscover your roots, no one would fault you." caiaphas, of course, selfishly hoped he would stay -- but it was not her place to enforce it.