Ankyra Sound If there's a heaven, Lord, I'm headed straight for hell

rosalyn’s distrust of the swarthy man in their ranks was not unfounded. caiaphas noted, with much amusement, that her daughter shared the same view. what ever had she done to raise such a jaded, sardonic child? perhaps Rosalyn had a hand in it — not necessarily a bad thing, given that a healthy skepticism of all things was generally how wolves stayed alive. 

caiaphas did not grin in return, but her expression was warped by some glint of amusement in those hawkish yellow eyes. and if he does... she need not elaborate. rusalka was not a spineless bunch; every wolf in their ranks was tenacious, armed with teeth they used all too gladly. let him try, caiaphas thought bemusedly...

after all, rusalka had already been underestimated once..