Lost in the wind

Even though she partook in the torturing of Star and the beating of the creek wolves, Kadence was not one for cruelty. She was an assassin. Her job was to kill fast and get the hell out, all the while being as quiet as a mouse. Most of the wolves in Blackfeather enjoyed the aspect of torture and slow, painful death, but that was one thing she actually hated. Sure, she didn't mind the actual killing, just as long as it wasn't painful. She preferred to slit throats and slip away, leaving her victims to never know what happened to them. So when Crescendo suggested playing with it. She simply turned and gave him a look of pure disgust.

While many didn't know that Kadence didn't like suffering, she somehow expected them to sense it somehow, and try to lay back on it. That day in the woods when Bane had made that poor girl run like a rabbit before finally ripping her throat out had made Kadence sick. But of course she didn't show it, no she actually participated. That was the part that made her most likely to vomit, that she had helped cause it.

So this time, she would stand up for herself. There would be no playing. If this wolf was in need of death, it would be fast.

"No, I do not want to play with it." she spoke, a snarl creeping into her voice as she rounded on Crescendo, who had suddenly appeared out of thin air, like he always seemed to do.