Deepwood Weald ᵇʷᵖ ilyë mahalmar ëa?

Two set of paws made their way along the path they have chosen. Step after step they got closer to Cassandra’s destination. The walk was mostly silent except for the sounds around them. Both did not see the need to talk much. It was not an awkward silence however. At least not to the hulking female.
 
Though her body was made for war and conflict, her steps were sure, careful and quite. With paws as big as hers, it was a wonder that she did not produce more of a disturbance. That is what she has become, a weapon to be feared. Silent but deadly if wanted but no. The female shook her head. The past stays the past. The future waits.
 
He gaze was drawn back to the female in the lead when she asked a rather bizarre question. Cassandra’s gaze was calculating for a second, trying to determine if the question had some hidden meaning. However, she did not find any and turned her gaze upwards to the sky. Ember greeted her and she snorted. “Ah. Looks like wildfire, except up in the sky. These rumblings in the earth…..it seems like the sky got taken too by whatever phenomenon is happening in this land.” she replied with a deep timbre. As if the earth and now the sky were angry at something or someone. Cassandra hoped that the anger would diminish as this land looked like a good one to settle down otherwise.