Moonsong Glacier the tears that spill from her eyes

The distance between the predator and their little duo increased and a whiff told her that it was apparently not following. Good, she might not have anything against a fight to get her blood pumping but avoiding needless injuries is always the better option. It would mean she can survive longer and fight more important battles. Cassandra might not be completely fearless but there is not a lot she fears, having a pack after her was not installing fear. She is a fighting and if push comes to shove, she will die a fighter. Currently, she does not fear death as she has nothing tethering her to the world of the living. But she was also not seeking death so she decides to not humor the other females strong believe in her pack. The pack that was currently nowhere to be seen. To Cassandra that meant, Praimfaya’s words were nothing more than air currently. Cassandra only believed in actions instead of words.
 
Her heavy steps continued onwards, following the smaller female. Their gazes locked again for a second and the younger yet again spoke like her pack was the world. To her it probably was but even a good pack can get crumbled and ripped apart. Cassandra saw enough events like this in her old home land. But as it currently was the pack seemed to going strong and might continue for a while. Praimfaya spoke of her seeing it for herself and maybe even joining if she liked what she sees but Cassandra only released a soft snort. “How many are in your pack? Any good fighters? I will check it out but I am not that much of a pack wolf.” have not really learned it; she added to herself as an afterthought. From travelers (if they were not eaten when food was scarce or driven off) she learned that a pack was something of a family to most and hers….definitely wasn’t. Sure, they were blood related in one way or another but to call them a ‘real family’ was way over the top. So being in a ‘normally functioning pack’ might be something Cassandra does not know how to do.
 
Here her gazes turned back towards the glaciers they were walking past, her eyes appearing almost soulless. Here she goes again, she always tells herself to forget but the past apparently had claws and keeps crawling back to haunt her. Maybe it would really be best to stay alone, that way she can’t be reminded of the past. Heh; wishful thinking.