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

Impetuous would be a word Caiaphas would have dictated to this one -- strong, resilient -- fiery. She watched her silently and the manner in which she issued a rebuke to Caiaphas' inquiry elicited a faint smile of amusement from the dual-toned hybrid.

"But you got hurt -- how would you kill them, bludgeon them to death with your injured limb?" The jest was made in good humor, though Caiaphas wondered if it would be received just as well. She turned her head to the side and tilted her strong and thin muzzle, as if seeing Fox in a new light. "Why are you wandering on that thing? Should it not rest?" While in truth she was ultimately unconcerned and unsympathetic to Fox's injury, she knew trauma took time to heal -- and concussion on a limb was never a pleasant thing.