Ankyra Sound who do you battle in your dreams?

there was little carrion to be had, though the beach delivered something else -- the prickle-backed form of caiaphas' former packmate, former nemesis, former-everything.

she spared the woman a brief glance, nosing along the riffling shallows. not so long ago, the two women would have been at each other's throats -- fate had a strange way of twisting things into inconceivably complex knots.

and most times, it was all we could do to untangle them.

the sylph supposed nothing would cement that the grudge was still alive and beating in her wicked heart like completely ignoring rosalyn's presence. she lifted her dripping muzzle from the water and inspected the gritty female again - how different things would have been if they had allies rather than enemies..

"did you miss it?" she inquired offhandedly, noticing the unsettled shape of rosalyn's hackles. was it she that brought that out in the russet woman? or was it something else?