Ankyra Sound I cut my hand upon my blade

Rosalyn's eye narrowed at the sneer, but even though it was tempting, she didn't escalate with a show of teeth. She did not know why she was so sure, as the nature of the witch's death was unknown. But she remembered that it had taken place with a sureness that few other things could elicit nowadays.

Hardly. No wolf can outrun death, and the witch had it coming more than most. Rosalyn answered. There was perhaps more she could have said, but she didn't have a whole lot of stake in convincing this woman. Whether she believed it or not didn't matter or change anything.