Canttina was an image of power again. Her wounds were healing. Her front fore paw was healing greatly. She could step on it but carefully. Her tail still hung limp, the base was still broken, but healing. The woman got a lot of medical help from her bitches. She was enjoying her free time. Peace and solitude. The daemon was wandering around the north. Her body was seen tredding across the usually white blanket of snow. Her hulking paws thudded across the brisk ground without care. Yellow orbs landed upon the cavern before her. It was an interesting cave. The woman wiggled her way into the cavern, her claws clicking upon the smooth stone. Pads sliding across the loose pebbles. She lurked further into the halls. Eyes flicked from painting to painting. They were off. But, she was use to Human objects. She lived at the S.S Antiox of course. The woman continued on, wiggling her way through the passages, she enjoyed the scilence for once. Though the constant voices did not cease, they never did. The masked lady would continue though, until someone would pop up. She had a feeling they would.
