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She said nothing as she fell in tandem with the dark wolf, one clipped ear canted ridiculously to the side as the youth spoke. The names were foreign to her save for the very word the dark wolf struggled to utter -- ouroboros -- at this, her eyes flashed with a faint sign of recognition. It was doubtful she recognized any in the tribe, but she recalled faintly stories her mother used to recant; one of such which had been about the ouroboros. It was interesting then, but not enough to pique her interest now -- and she remained steadfastly silent. Atlas had not been forgotten -- as they walked she shot him another crude look over one haggard shoulder, unsure if she should ignore him or not. As Junior spoke of the wolves with bloodshed to their name Caiaphas did not voice her interest; she was not a murderer and the thought of suicide repelled her: what attracted her to these types was their unpredictability. And she knew, better than most, that creatures of a violent vein were often incredibly suggestible. It was that, more than anything, that made her seek these types - no other creatures seemed more befitting to mold into performing her will. She offered only a thinly veiled smile in reply, her eyes trained in the direction they were going. Junior had said only moments prior that Caiaphas would do well to be on her best behavior -- and it was here she chose to employ it, however frightening her 'best behavior' seemed.