Silvertip Mountain it is your blood in my veins, tell me how i'm supposed to forget

Cascada looks in the direction Alya points but takes it at face value. She’d never really left the mountain to know what is around them. It wasn’t until they moved south east to Easthollow that she’d really explored and, now, she’s perpetually on the move.

“I’m Cascada,” she introduces though it feels empty not to add where she’s from. She isn’t likely returning to Undersea, as much as she’ll miss one or two wolves, but it is not for her. The ocean continues to put a divide between them. Her lips part as if she’s going to speak again but her teeth snap shut, silencing the thoughts building.