Redhawk Caldera don't you ever tame your demons -- always keep them on a leash

Her expression did not falter -- and as fatigued as she was from the trek she was not yet exhausted enough to miss the disinterest in the female's voice as she explained her reason for calling Caiaphas a sea-wolf. Half of her wished to press the issue forwards and extract from her a name -- but intuitively, she wondered if Fox had even cared enough to commit it to memory. Something about the mein of the fiery female commanded attention -- and it also lead Caiaphas to believe the rowdy and minute creature did not fastidiously remember details unless they interested her.

"There is only one type of sea-wolf." She replied equally as plainly, her gaze falling on the injured limb without sympathy. She did not consider the wolves of Stavanger to be sea-wolves -- they were neither seafaring nor were they coastal in breed. They hunted in their tidy little woods and did not rightly observe the ocean for the immense deity it was. She could assume then, that Fox had likely met one of her own -- but if it had not gotten back to her, perhaps it was not important. "You fell?" She asked dryly, her muzzle canted to the side. "Are you sure someone did not push you?"