Emberwood The river's just a river

There was no trusting gaze behind Caiaphas' eyes -- no semblance of kindness -- and she studied this pale female outwardly with the most circumspect of mannerisms. To say they had met under unflattering light was a gross understatement, though no amusement pressed itself against her blackened lips.

It was her third interaction with this female, and thus far Caiaphas was not confident of her handle on the dusty colored wolf. She hid this well, though she returned the female's words with a shrug of her thin shoulders. "You could say that." It was all she offered in retort -- an unhelpful, succinct reply.