Larksong Grotto With apple blossom in her hair

like Saena, Cas had kept close when he had discovered the Grotto. he had stayed out of sight, but near enough to watch the wolves come and go. Indra and Laurel he spotted from time to time, but each night the boy moved his position, to hopefully avoid discovery. silent he had become, dark and tall within the shadows of the trees that stood off from the border of the wretched little place. and in his veins beat the anger and rage, the desire he had to rip Reek's face off his ugly rattish body.

Cas nearly choked on his dinner of fieldmice when he heard the imposing howl rise confidently into the sky. Saena. "what the fuck?" the boy hissed to himself, spitting out the bones of the little carcass and racing to trot up from his little nest to search for the pale form of his cousin. she was there, as piebald and lithe as he recalled, and the boy lengthened his stride.

"you're back!" Casmir exclaimed breathlessly, his tail swaying behind his hips as he stopped a safe distance away. the last time he'd seen Saena, she had been acting weird as hell. one of the last things he wanted was to get his face chewed off. but she was here! she was here and she wanted her kids. surely she was all there upstairs. his smile faded and he glanced grimly at the place where Reek had taken the Creek daughters. "i'm here to help," he murmured, eyes hard with hatred for the kidnapper.