the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

Like nearly all creatures her age, Caiaphas was incredibly impulsive: for a moment, she let his response tide over her. Vaguely, she thought she sensed a slight tincture of patronizing. Astutely, the obstinate creature jutted her chin with her wicked yellow eyes glaring outward down her narrow and refined muzzle. His hyperborean gaze did not unsettle her, nor did his admission that he had committed wolves to death. Caiaphas was not a wolf; thusly, it did not alarm her. Impetuous as she was, she was fickle -- and she hated to make a commitment. "Your pack does not have a volva to do it for you?" She was only slightly incredulous - she had not met many in her travels. She would have to think hard tonight of her decision; though she did not care if she let a pack down, she did care if that pack decided to hunt her down -- and at a crossroads, the coywolf hesitated to make her leave.