with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

She listened as he recounted the situation that had lead to the pack's dispersal and rebirth; there was nothing that seemed too drastic about the story. Such was life -- much like the very sigil that they discussed.

He then offered something she hadn't expected - sharply her attention drew back to him in full focus and it looked as if she had been lambasted or sidewinded without any sort of provocation or warning. She shuffled -- and her gaze swept uncomfortably to the side as she figured out how to politely defer the offering. For whatever reason, the little poltroon found her wit had forsaken her -- and for even more bizarre and unknown reasons she found herself not wanting to let him down.

"Oh.. that's very kind of you." She trailed off unsure and painful. "I am traveling with a small band of sisters on the beach. It is not quite a pack, but maybe someday I can visit the Spine?" She offered as a way of appeasement -- and while this was not the full truth, like all things Caiaphas uttered, it was not too far from the truth either.