with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

Inwardly, Caiaphas appreciated the adept wolf's interest in her explanation - she found herself far more loquacious than usual and afforded it to the pleasant company she was having. She looked down at the poorly drawn circle, studying it as she listened to the male speak.

He, in turn, enlightened her to the pack's origin - and then followed it with a question. She looked upward, though her gaze fell to the conifer trees that flanked them in the dismal dusk. The manner in which he spoke elucidated clearly that he was an intelligent being that fully understood the ouruboros' sigil, and furthermore, had understood Caiaphas' terrible teaching. "Probably the same idea of the circle of life. Someone afraid of dying, needing some sort of validation that it is not the end of the game." She answered absently, darkly -- though her expression remained the same. "What situation caused your pack to unravel, if you don't mind me asking?"