Ravensblood Forest What we ain't got.

in truth the story burke told of his tail did little to curdle caiaphas' stomach -- had she been in a similar situation, she likely would have torn limb and sinew alike from her body if it meant it would guarantee her miserable survival. her gaze fell on his hinquarters once more as burke dredged to subject back to his phantom tail.

so he had known of the many princes meldresi worshiped. caiaphas felt somewhat settled, though she knew this did not ensure her safety with the unbent brute. "aye," she supplanted by way of admittance. she had met meldresi twice. "twice." she considered telling him of how she had recently requested meldresi's assistance in wiping out duskfire. but if he was truly part of the pack, would he know already?

"your tail? it's gone. if it's gone, it is not impressive." the salt wretch supplied, her voice a reedy croon. "why are you here?" she did not trust him -- and her dubious thoughts were writ clear across her ugly countenance.