pretty when you cry

The stare-and-wait routine was all a game to Caiaphas -- occasionally, it earned her some seriously resentful aggressors. Luckily she was fleet creature and there were admittedly a few times that her chasers came dangerously close to overcoming her.

But the wolf that stood before Caiaphas did not seem aggressive -- if anything, she seemed the opposite; meek and incredibly malleable. This was an attribute that attracted Caiaphas; there was nothing more she liked than manipulating and taking advantage of a wolf who was too dejected or insecure to fight back. Caiaphas stepped closer with her head tilted as the female asked her if she was scared -- scared?. Caiaphas paused, casting a cold glance towards the edging depths. She was careless; a roll of her shoulders was supplied as if it was an adequate answer

"Afraid of what?" She rejoined, her chin jutted out in youthful defiance. "The squid? Sharks? Jellyfish that drag you under and suffocate you?"