Blackwater Islands and still too close to you i feel

caiaphas' words had surprised wraen, and even the crone could see their effect settle in the pewter female's brain. perhaps her delivery had been too sharp -- caiaphas had never been a soft creature, and her tongue often nicked any that were unfortunate enough to hear it.

she offered only a grimace as wraen exposed she had yet to encounter a wolf of rosalyn's nature -- perhaps for the best, all things considered. the mention of a possible feud caused the sylph's expression to darken - how to diplomatically put it? they could suck an egg.

"hm, i think so now, yes." her tail twitched, an edge of disgust to her words. "they were simply annoying gnats to me, up until then. but now they have marked themselves as enemies, i suppose." she loosened a dramatic sigh - she was so tired of the wolves on the cliff, encroaching on her sound and acting as if they owned every speck of sand within it. "perhaps they did it to send a message. what were you thinking of, by the way, before i came along? do you have your own feuds to think out?"