Fairspell Meadow Showered by the empty hopes

Cas was still a little far to hear everything that was being said, but the body language was clear, and he bristled. there was something oddly familiar about the pale wolfess -- little did he know that he had met her in his youth -- and it was this instinct alone that caused him to drop his remaining mouse and approach the pair on stiff legs. 

the man was huge! easily bigger than any other member of his species Casmir had met thus far. he paused a few feet away, and tried to keep the trembling out of his voice. "she doesn't want you aROUND," he growled, though his tones cracked pitifully on the last syllable, and his face flushed hot beneath his cheek-fur.

toes gripped the earth as he regarded the the two; she seemed angry enough to be mad at him, too, but it was the big man with whom Cas wasn't wanting to tangle. that brief glissade of awareness in regard to the woman softened him a small bit toward her, though her stance was certainly threatening.

the tall, gangly Mayfair child attempted to fix the brute with a level glare and stood silently.