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Caiaphas leaned forwards, perched much the way a vulture crow-hopped before a carcass -- her beady eyes focused delightfully on the female before her. She watched as the stranger's head disappeared between the earth and then reappeared, bobbing from the soil like a sow upturning fresh black dirt for truffles. Her posture slackened as the female spoke - as if relaxing upon hearing her admission. But a gleeful titter destroyed any image of piousness Caiaphas could have retained -- and with a insidious smirk she rose to all fours. The female's vague answer was just what Caiaphas had hoped for - the pithy sense of manipulative accomplishment caused her heart to tremor in woeful delight. "What was the alpha's name?" She inquired coyly, drawing closer to the female until she was within kiss or kill distance -- her eyes level with the liquid yellow of Bayou's and her wicked muzzle readied for any retaliation shot her way.