A grin played across the larger wolf’s face, one that mirrored her own but wasn’t being regulated by the bodily aches that resonated with her. A momentary silence settled between them, but it wasn’t uninterrupted for long. She watched with an exhausted curiosity as he manuvered himself to rummage in his belongings. Purposefully withdrawing something of his own interest. “You’re full of surprises.” She remarked softly- more as a verbal acknowledgement in observation than anything that was meant to be taken in offense. She was grateful to accept the water he offered her, though she lingered at its edge for a moment before lapping at its surface. It didn’t smell tainted, and it aided to quell the burn in her throat, which is all that could register at the moment. “Thank you.” She hummed, wanting to ensure that her appreciation was known. Though, when he began describing their location, she forgot the bowl altogether.
Silver Island off western Boreas. None of that rang a bell. She couldn’t even recall tales mentioning these places from childhood. The truth of the matter being, she had no idea where she was in relation to where she had been. And with that information, she briefly lost herself in thought. Only to return at the rolling tones of his introduction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ardyn Adravendi.” She said lightly, doing her best to fend of the despair that threatened to pull her back inside her head. She vaguely noted the title he had given her to his pack but wasn’t sure exactly what status it was equated to. “I’m Cassiela-” Her voice caught in her throat as memories flashed before her eyes. Kolbeck wasn’t her name, and she certainly had no reason to identify herself as such now. “Forgive me. Cassiela Impératoria.” The sound of her maiden name sounded far more comforting in her own ears as it cadenced off her tongue.
Now for the difficult questions. “Honestly, I don’t really remember.” She admitted. “I was chased out on thawing ice, and a piece of it broke off underneath me. I was trapped on it for a while … and I guess I was knocked off … that’s all I remember.” She said softly, trying her best to regain any insight as to how long ago that had been.
Another thought entered the back of her mind. If this was an island, she wasn’t sure how long-term it would be able to sustain her. Another question presented itself to her lips. “How far of a swim is it to the mainland from here?” She asked curiously. She dreaded the thought of getting back in the ocean. But perhaps after a day or two of recovery, she would be a little more considerate of a plan to get off said island.
