blood and rust

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Caiaphas had not been expecting a compliment, and when it outpoured from the sylph she shifted her weight and her eyes nearly narrowed in suspicion. Sensing no guile in the lithe creature's brilliant gaze, Caiaphas said nothing in return.

Eos' inquiry was met with a rugged roll of her shoulders and she stole a glance behind her, towards Ankyra's hearth where presumably the rest of the pack resided. "It depends." She said curtly, her tone somewhat clipped -- she wished for more recruits, but she did not want to welcome every wolf blindly into their ranks without some sort of assurance they were suitable comrades. "What can you offer us?"