Horizon Ridge a lannister always pays their debts

the girl looks at and through her, and Cass's gaze traces the scar that twists her muzzle back. her gaze is vivid and piercing, and the emotionless, stoic set of her features seems no defence against it. there was recognition in them, recognition she thought to feel in return, but she could not set the woman before her to any one of the faces in her memory, and even as she considered in silence the sudden charge the chance meeting seemed to have, the girl said her name. 

cassiopeia blinked, and pushed against the walls of her memories for any clue. her gaze dropped a fraction, and it was only when she finally took notice of the twisted paw that the walls gave and she remembered. "you made it." and then for the first time in so long it seemed almost unnatural, her muzzle curved back and she took a step nearer, drawing in the girl's scent and finding it so far removed from the simple one of milk and warmth. "maegi." one of her only regrets had been leaving something so innocent and unloved in the wood; and relief she did not know she was capable of feeling pumped through her veins.