Moonsong Glacier the tears that spill from her eyes

Totally okay, that's part of Cassandra's personality. :P

Cassandra was not new to war and conflict so being chased by a pack was maybe not as horrible as a thought to her as the young female thought it was. And even if that indeed where to happen, the wraith will go down fighting and most likely even kill others but no matter, her words had just been to rile up the younger, trying to make her see that not every wolf she meets will be kind and talk instead of attacking. However, the bearish female also knows that Praimfaya, that was the juveniles name, was maybe more of an adult than she should have been.  They did not know each other so they do not know the other’s past and what they have had to survive to get to this point. Maybe a dark event had befallen the younger and turned her older than she is.
 
That however does not change the fact that the young one isn’t even a full adult yet, not even having reached their own full strength. Currently Cassandra was the stronger of the two, this she thinks is obvious, but when Praimfaya gets older and starts collecting experience it might change but that was the future and were are in the here and now. And right now the younger was in danger of getting snatched up by a multitude of things. It seemed however, as if she really was here on a purpose instead of just juvenile curiosity. Cassandra could not really say what ‘Roangeda’ is but given the way the younger talked about it; it might be the name of her pack. A pack that sounded like it was either just being founded or was currently lacking in resources and pack members. So to Cassandra it meant that was currently not an enemy worth being scared of. Well, depending on the pack members that is. What did she think earlier? Arrogance could get you killed? Yeah, maybe the older female should start taking her own words to heart.
 
Having come to a decision she released a small huff at the youngers behavior and conceded that she would not antagonize Praimfaya again (at least not for now) and just gather some information. Who knows, maybe they had a lot of good fighters in Roangeda if the younger was being so sure of it and maybe Cassandra could get in some good willed fights with them to hone her skills more. It irked her that she got yet again in other’s peoples business but at least she might get something interesting out of it. So for now, she would behave herself so the little ‘princess’ would not take offense again. An almost unnoticed little smirk appeared on that thought.
 
That was for another time however, the scent of cougar got stronger. It was obviously near the area and might come over to look. Cassandra would love some excitement again but she preferred to not get unnecessary injuries right now. So with another small huff she followed after the younger female at a slow and even pace, not hurried at all by the predators scent. She wondered if that would annoy Praimfaya again; the arctic wolfs impassive façade to dangerous situations. It also did not leave Cassandras notice that the younger wolf didn’t even ask for her own name but she would not speak it for now. It would be fun if Praimfaya finally noticed that she did not even notice the name of her stalker.

Cassandra’s body, facial expression and scarce words often made her seem cold-hearted and uncaring but in general she liked riling other’s up, even if it leads to fights. Because that was she was born to be, a fighter. That’s what she has been living for, war and chaos. To her parents, she was nothing but a weapon and that mindset, being constantly drilled into her head since birth, had stayed with her. She was a weapon and if a weapon was not used and cared for, it would rust and ultimately break. Cassandra would not break; she would make sure of it.