The wolf seemed frightened and agitated, and though instinct screamed for her to run away from the wolf whose behavior and even scent seemed somehow off, Cascade was entirely too curious to pay any attention to it. "If you are trying to avoid hurting wolves, dear, you've come to entirely the wrong place," she opined with a cheeky grin. She made it very clear she wasn't going anywhere (that finely honed survival instinct kicking its shrieking up several notches) by seating herself before him with a faint devil-may-care attitude. "Cascade Saxe," she said by way of introduction. "This place is a battlefield - trying to avoid fighting here is like trying to find sparrow's teeth. There's a lot of less than savory wolves who come here looking for nothing more than the chance to tear into another wolf, and a lot of alphas will prowl around looking to just enslave anyone not wary enough." Not that she'd been considering doing just that when she'd been doing her own prowling, no of course not. She was entirely too nice a wolf to ever even consider doing either of those things, or so her friendly, innocent body language would suggest. She tilted her head to regard him curiously. "Why are you frightened of the idea of hurting someone?"
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Cascade's "baby daddy" (Valentine) and her children (Angelus, Seraphim, Evangeline, and Chaos) are allowed in any of her threads, regardless of whether or not they are marked private. Because they are all special rays of sunshine.
