Scorpion

Cass did not have to wait long before a pack member showed up for the interrogation. She examined the wolf named Eris with extreme interest as she tried to tell what the pack was made of just from her appearance, stature, tone. It all played a role in overall pack appearance, each member being fit and up in shape was a good thing but only focusing on the physical aspect could be potentially dangerous. "I am Cassiopeia and I've called you out of curiosity of your pack." She stated with a small bow to her head. The lean but muscular fae looked at Eris, though not directly in the eye because that would be disrespectful, with a rather curious look. What was the pack even called again?


Glaciem. It was a stone cold name and so she posed a question to the female before her. "What is your pack about?" She asked the rather broad question in hopes of getting some answer as to overwhelming strength or something of the sorts. The young, former princessa pushed with an inquisitive look for an answer. In the back of her mind she was formulating plots to find some other kind of pack, one that didn't necessarily have the strongest leader base to take over. It was all in due time and so she would work with what she had at that time; a pack in front of her who might be willing to take her in until she could get her plan off the ground. She drew in a deep breathe and held it as she waited for an answer. She slowly breathed through her nose, only when she needed it. Cass was tense, but then again she was always tense as if watching and expecting a fight. Habit she supposed after that fateful day where she had nearly been killed.