Ankyra Sound into the rainbow vein

caiaphas’ gaze measured Lucca with astute shrewdness. from his lanky physique alone she knew his words to be true - he was worn tired as a dog’s tattered ear, and looked the part of chewed up vagrant. 

it displeased her to see rusalka’s claim so brazenly ignored, yet lucca’s contrite mien softened the lash of her temper. if she had found him gorging on one of their painfully established cache, perhaps her reaction would have been different. 

her ears were pressed forward despite the lack of belligerence in her pose; her tail was stiff as she looked him over. i can see that, the siren replied, rather humorlessly. where is your pack?