tremendous dynamite

I can start the outlaw and DM thread later today! :)

the wretch had hoped this man, dark of plume, carried with him the knowledge of their proximity. But from his words it appeared that hope was vanished -- like herself, the avian held only little information of the premises. Caiaphas would not begrudge him this, though her dark muzzle fell brief with disappointment.

"Are you well fed, bird?" The bony coywolf inquired, though in truth she cared little for any creature's welfare save her own. There lingered in her question some underlying tone -- though outwardly her motive was not yet apparent.