Prodigal Sister

The woman had completely forgotten about her sister. The one who abandoned them the most. Her and Neios both disliked Cascade a little bit, just due to differences. Neios and Nausica were oddballs. Nausica saw enjoyment with the little things. The little things like death, slaughter, sex, and adventure. She and her brother had a connection that could never be reproduced or destroyed. By death nor illness. Nausica had not even spared a thought for her other sibling until her scent filled her slightly moist nose. The Saxe girl instantly stopped walking as her tail flicked slightly. The woman's mouth hung open to amplify her senses. Nausica rolled her shoulder and began to trace the scent of her long lost sister. Though, when another scent filled her nose she became weary. It was one that her brother carried, of the pack. Nausica did not think twice as she began to slither closer to the scene. Her eyes darted around the area before she came upon the two ebony Wolves. The huge woman marched in, war drums radiated within her head as she moved closer. The girl smirked as she heard the other lady speak sultry tones. "We are his sisters, Little Dove." The woman looked between the two with a cocky grin. "I am Nausica Saxe, that is Cascade Saxe." The beautiful being was horribly confident, but she thrived for situations like such.

ooc: sorry worst post ever, they will get better once my house stops being crazy!