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Akantha's nebulous explanation wrought forth a crease along Caiaphas' brow in furrowed displeasure; though the harsh line of her muzzle softened as the female spoke in Greek. While she did not doubt Akantha's vision, she also did not know what the dark-furred wolf was capable of -- whatever vision possessed her, she was back. Caiaphas wondered how she would take the core members' departure.

"Aktaie is gone." She fell back to her native tongue, her expression somewhat guarded. "Psamathe went back to Themiscyra." Perhaps there would be no revelation for the reason behind Akantha's troubling trance. "Greyjoy has left, and with him, Aella." There was a bitterness to her words she scarce cared to conceal. "But we are still here."