Ankyra Sound put the alchemist to flight

Lasher spoke and his admittance caused a wave of skepticism in Caiaphas' opinion of the male. She had not pegged him as a man of magic -- with a sidelong glance she studied him, wondering surely that this was some sort of guise.

Yet all doubt was fleeting then, when she saw the crumpled demeanor of the ruddy male. She lifted her narrow muzzle to the cold and sniffed, a frown riddling her countenance. Spyridon would likely not like the competition (nor the company) but Caiaphas knew the Sound needed males. "Used to." She reaffirmed solemnly, her gaze trailing his form until at last it held in some vague area near his cheek. "But you have a post now." The statement was without dismissal; yet a semblance of penitence lingered in the air between them.