Emberwood The river's just a river

A chilling sneer overtook the coywolf's dark muzzle -- and it did not recede. Caiaphas met Danica's eyes dolefully, a knowing glint behind them -- all the while, she prepared herself to beat earnest haste should the rather large and amazonian woman choose to prove herself physically.

To say Caiaphas was a waste of anyone's time and patience was a gross understatement. Being inherently unhelpful and thoroughly lacking in any shred of decency much as Danica suspected, Caiaphas was the quintessential definition of a scullion. Her smile remained. "Beat these lands? Going somewhere?" She choose not to answer the question about being a time-waster -- she thought her intentions quite clear.