Cassiopeia's View You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars

@Zilla

As the Stormthorn wound (winded?) her way down the face of Cassiopeia's highline she thought of all of the events that had lead her to this point in her life. To say she was irritated by this mild inconvenience was an understatement. She had lost her home and her titleship to some brightfaced whelp. A whelp that, apparently, was a superwolf or something. Pallas still bore the marks of their scuffle on the bridge of her nose and the back of her scruff. The area along her neck was sore and flush with crusted, old blood. Someday, she would have her revenge. For now she focused her energies on sourcing food, which it appeared the landscape lacked. She looked up as she thought she heard a hare, however, it appeared to only be her hunger playing tricks on her mind.