Ankyra Sound creature fear

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The two of them hulked down in the immeasurable cavern and Caiaphas briefly reminisced on their first encounter. Her thoughts were pierced as Kierkegaard professed he would seek out the Spine once he was able -- she issued only an affable thump of her tail in satisfied response. She surmised Mordecai would be most pleased with the potential recruit -- and while Kierkegaard did not believe himself a packsman, Caiaphas could only imagine he would make an able rendition to their waning ranks.

She was not expecting his next inquiry -- when the fullness of it impacted her, she started slightly, her ears flipping forwards in a somewhat taken aback expression. None had questioned her for her post -- not yet -- and she turned an eye to the clever male with an equally sly expression on her muzzle. "So I can house vagrants like you without recourse." She quipped swiftly, the very corner of her blackened lips upturned in a subtle smirk.