to set a watchman

Tired? Cas tilted her gaze down, her half-closed eyes two colorful slits as she brought the speaker into focus. Well, hello company. She vaguely remembered seeing him, somewhere, though lethargy led her to... not really care to try to dredge up a memory. "Nope," she replied with equanimity, sarcasm buried beneath layers of relaxed contemplation, "I'm just napping because it's fun. It's my thing." Otherwise she didn't move, trusting in her reflexes to throw him off if he went for her exposed belly. She was enjoying the warmth of the sun on her underside, the cooler temperature all-around in the north making the sun's rays actually pleasant rather than sweltering, and she was loath to move unless she had to. Being far less attached to her personal pride than many a wolf might have been, it didn't bother her in the slightest that the male might see her pseudo-submissive appearance as marking her as an inferior, because she genuinely didn't care what he thought anyway.

A second, more familiar voice brought her head lolling to the left to peer lazily at the second male, and she yawned widely. "Is that you, Sin Armada?" she questioned playfully - clearly it was, how many other white-coated males wandered around with blood painted all over them? Her nose quivered a moment and she smirked. "You stink like a pack, Sin, have you been slumming with Sonticus?" The male reeked of the same pack scent that was all over the ship she and Valen and Birna had reconnoitered - when had he joined that particular pack, why would he have joined that pack, and more importantly, would he recognize her scent as having been part of the pairing that had violated their home, or had they even discovered that yet? Cascade showed no shame whatsoever even thinking that they might have discovered the smell of sex in that small, out of the way corner of their ship, but continued to smirk at the male with slitted eyes, because she felt no shame in it, but only a gleeful sort of amusement.