Curiosity Killed the Kitty

Wandering after her match at the battlefield, the leggy Saxe found herself at the edges of a pack she'd not yet encountered - not difficult considering how few packs she'd been involved with since she'd found her way back to Alacritia. So many old packs were gone... Tortuga, the only one she'd really known as a pup, was gone. She could still clearly remember the last meeting she'd been to before she'd gotten lost and wandered far from home. She could remember Taurig, the massive blue-black alpha towering over her as he conducted the meeting, her hiding beneath the forelegs of a golden woman beside him in misery after the disappearance of her family members. It hadn't been long after that she'd found herself alone and afraid and struggling to survive. The experience had changed her - Cascade was no longer the cowering wimp she'd once been and she'd found someplace to belong for now.


But that didn't mean she was going to even attempt to control her curiosity about everyone and everything. She wandered alongside the border, snuffling around at the pack scent markers to learn what she could about the pack from that and debating the merits of trespassing to learn more. Valentine would probably be a bit displeased if she got caught, and though the idea of turning his anger into make-up sex was intriguing, she decided she'd better stay on this side of the markers for now. She may be curious as a cat but her survival instinct was too well honed to let it drag her into something that idiotic. Still, she couldn't just not meet someone from this pack now that she was here, so she yowled out a call to the alpha to meet her at the border. Might as well start at the top as anywhere, right?