Self Destruct Personality

Cascade followed the scent of her packmate into the battlefield with a distinct curiosity. She hadn't initially been following the scent, simply wandering that way herself when she came across the scent and her curiosity was piqued. It seemed the warrior was off to better herself, and Cas wondered idly if the woman was ambitious enough to seek to rise in Imperium's ranks. She had guts, she was steady. Maybe Cas should see what kind of a fighter she was... Her ears perked forward at the voices that rose as she approached. Well, well, Sin Armada. Again. They did just keep running into each other, didn't they? She couldn't say his words provoked a good feeling though, and she sauntered closer to place herself perpendicular to the pair, several feet back, her own head and tail rising in an equally - if lazily - dominant gesture. "Might want to avoid calling Imperium wolves 'curs' if you're trying to avoid Arian's mistakes, Sin," she mused aloud, mismatched eyes staring levelly into his, though a crooked half-smile still bared a single canine in a gesture equal parts amusement and threat. Just because they kept running into each other, didn't mean she was going to let his insults pass. She was the second highest ranking in Imperium, for the moment, and it would do a great deal of good for her to actually act the part. She couldn't imagine Valentine letting someone get away with disrespecting his warriors. "Birna's a respectable member of my pack, after all, and we wouldn't want me to have to rub your nose in the dirt for talking down to one of my packmates would we? Or... would it be up to her?" She tilted her head up, imitating Birna's greater height tauntingly. Her eyes didn't even stray toward the female stranger, keeping her attention seemingly focused completely and relaxedly on Sin.