Blackwater Islands and still too close to you i feel

caiaphas had always been rather cryptic unless it suited her - a fact that wraen seemed to grasp immediately, as she asked for more details regarding the inquiry. her logic was not unsound - while most wolves disappeared of their own stupid making, caiaphas suspected rosalyn had for once, done very little wrong. "she --" the sylph corrected, though her tone lacked any sort of scorn or coldness.

"rosalyn. medium height, brownish, mouth that gets her in trouble. hmm, don't think she did anything bad as of late." her gaze flickered over her companion, her expression bemused. "unless you call being a thorn in my side and generally existing as bad -- then, yes, she has been quite bad. but it seems she was taken -- last any of my packmates saw of her she was in our woods, and then her scent disappears." the yellow of the siren's gaze seemed to pool in collective darkness.

"and the scent of drageda scum magically appears. you can see the quandary, yes?"