Blackfeather Woods AHHH! It's demons! Run Jim! Ruuuuun! Ruuuuun!

She lingers outside, unsure of why Vaati has brought her here. The girl is thin, pelt lacklustre, but her eyes are still reminiscent of the flame she once was, sparked with morbid curiosity. Here is the scent of birth and blood and hate, and she soon slips into the cavern. She does not feel fear, so much prolonged terror has eradicated the nervous fear such a simple act ought the bring. 

Pups, are what she sees first. There is something wrong, something off- their mother refuses them, they are misshapen, wrong -

 Blood and Fear. A man, wild and raving about gods, the body of a child ravaged at his feet. His muzzle is stained with blood, and he positions the bodies carefully at the mother's side, dead and alive. "kill them, please." It is her voice she has heard, she realizes quickly, and Cassiopeia turns to the woman, an odd vacancy in her eyes.

As she stares into the cavern, the madness and the thick scent of blood, she feels an odd weightlessness. She is caught in a dream, a nightmare, and it has long been determined that she no longer holds control over her own life. She cannot wake up, can do nothing. She can watch the scene unfold before her, watch Vaati. Thoughts flicker behind her gaze as she is suddenly made still, watching the boy of a thousand contradiction take charge cooly, make the woman - she realizes now that this is Potema, the healer - feed her children, care for them. 

But she has some semblance of control, does she not? Her paws move, striding into the cavern, mind reeling to catch up with the decision it made moments ago. She moves past the unwilling mother, the mad uncle,  the silent patchwork man. She moves to Vaati's side, gaze sliding to his, a silent shadow. She could have fled, could have turned tail and run from the scene. She does not know quite what has her do this instead, but she is still beside the boy as her heart thumps loudly in her chest.