The ring of antlers was bathed in a soft orange light as the sun began to go down beyond the trees in the distance. The light itself was highlighting the orange-red in Cas' fur, and she shifted a bit, self-conscious that she might look a bit like a burning bush in this sort of light. She didn't know why she was feeling quite so nervous about meeting Alastor again; she really shouldn't, and she knew she wouldn't act it - or even feel it - when the silver boy arrived, but left alone with her thoughts, she couldn't help but worry a little about how she looked or if he was even going to show. It wasn't a big deal if he didn't, because she had not walked too far away before she had found a spot to bed down for the night, anyway.

But still...

To remedy her concern, she got to her paws and paced around, allowing her steps to hitch a bit because she knew that no one else was around to see that bit of uncomfortable weakness in her walk. It felt better to not put so much weight on her left foreleg, and she wouldn't be able to favor it around her 'date.' She wouldn't want to have him ask about it, and she wouldn't want to cause concern. Nothing would ruin a date like the girl just coming out with an "I'm dying," would it?

She was feeling a bit better today, anyway - not so sore and tired, but that was because she had been resting for most of the night and day following their first encounter. She'd even managed to eat a small rabbit that had shown up basically underneath her nose, so her appetite was coming back a little, as well. She just had a bit more energy than yesterday, so that hopefully she would be able to provide a fun afternoon for the boy with the moonlit pelt.

The instant she heard his little noise of greeting, Cas stopped pacing and planted herself in a confident - even a bit cocky, because why the heck not? - stance, and offered him a smile as he approached. Her tail waved slowly behind her as she took in his form, still noticeably silver in the orange sunset. Still reminding her of the moon on a clear night. She didn't pull back as he approached, and instead allowed him to come as closely as he wanted.

Which, apparently, was quite close. Not that Cas had a problem with that. It was only that his bumping shoulder caused hers to ache. She winced ever-so-slightly and a stab of guilt tore into her chest before she chased it away again. She wasn't doing anything wrong by being with this boy. And, as if to prove her inner rectitude wrong, she gingerly brushed her other shoulder against his and waved her tail. She tried, of course, to ignore the specific female scent that clung to Alastor's fur more strongly than the others. She wasn't jealous in the slightest - a bit concerned that, if the silver boy were to have a mate that he was sneaking out on like this, he might be in for it when she found out.

"Hey, yourself," she greeted, looking up at him with a grin. "I have to tell you, Al, I didn't know if you were going to show up for a while there. You really know how to keep a girl on her toes." The teasing tone came so easily and naturally to her, especially in this situation. It was like second nature.

She turned and stepped away from him a bit so that she didn't have to strain her neck so much to look up at him. "So, captain. What devious adventures have you planned for us, this evening? Pissing off porcupines? Sneaking onto another wolf's territory? Or how about plain old exploration?" She laughed a bit and shrugged a shoulder. "See where the night takes us, you know?" Her deep eyes found his electric ones, and she smiled, high spirits evident for the world to see.

She shook off his apology with a light smile and wag of her tail. "It's not your fault; you were gentle. I'm just a little sore, is all," she assured him, and was grateful when he laid down in front of her. So, she sat in front of him, so that she didn't have to put too much weight on her achy legs. She couldn't imagine that it was good for her to be on her feet for so long, and she sighed softly as she relaxed, lifting that one pesky left leg up a bit so that all the weight was off of it. That one in particular was giving her fits.

A bit of laughter escaped her when he mentioned taking a porcupine quill to the ass, and she shook her head in amusement. She was about to chastise that you had to be quicker than the porcupine in order to play that game, but then it registered in her mind that he'd said to save that for another rendezvous. He couldn't be serious, could he? Either he'd just said that without thinking, or he was actually interested in the girl. Which posed a whole new number of problems. One of which being that Cas wouldn't be able to satisfy her pesky conscience by saying that, no, of course this was all fun and games. There wasn't anything to be done wrong in this situation. But, if he were to actually like her, then that would be a serious problem. One that she wasn't equipped to handle.

"Hey, sneaking into someone's territory is so not boring! It was a good idea!" she protested playfully, flicking her tail to the side. She decided to give a bit of though into her next statement, considering that the night could go any number of ways, based on her answer. But, it only took her a moment, and she continued on with confidence, "Looking at the stars sounds like an excellent idea. Besides, I don't know a thing about you, aside from the fact that you're a handsome stranger who likes to nibble on antlers and flirt with random girls." She winked at the end of her statement, leaving out the fact that stargazing might be easier than adventuring for her right now. She really needed a bit of time to recuperate.

A light breeze blew over the grasses and whispered across the fur on her face as she relaxed and made small talk with the silvery boy. She fake harrumphed and made a show of fluffing out her fur when he mentioned her getting her pretty pelt in a ruffle. She'd get her fur in a ruffle if she darn well wanted to, thank you very much. She'd decided not to comment on him staring at her foot, because she'd rather just drop that particular subject altogether. There was nothing to be done for it, so there was no need to talk about it.

It seemed that the boy had taken her request for information about him as prying into his past, which had not been the case. Nevertheless, she frowned a bit as he spoke, lowering her head in momentary respect for his deceased parents. "That's terrible; I'm so sorry." She meant it genuinely, but made no comment on her own dead mother. That would put a damper on the mood even further. So, instead, she jumped on his idea of princesses and dragons, and wagged her tail happily. "Sounds about right to me," she laughed, and found that she liked the idea of her disease being a huge, hulking dragon that she obviously had no chance against, but was fighting anyway. "Nobody else was going to get off their ass and help me with the dragon in my life, so I had to do it on my own. And believe me, there's a scary dragon for me to fight." She often didn't even believe it herself that she was scared of what was going on inside her own body, but she would be stupid to feel comfortable with it. There was this unsettled feeling; a fear of the unknown. She didn't particularly like thinking about it.

"I wasn't really asking about your past, though. I'm much more interested in the you right here, right now," she informed him, her sky-colored orbs finding his brighter, topaz ones. "Everyone always seems so interested in that stuff. I can't see why - it doesn't really matter now, does it? The past is the past." She grinned at him, tipping her head to the side. "I want to know about you, not who you were. Like... what's your favorite color? Food? Season? Do you have any hopes, or any dreams?" That was deep material, as well, but it wasn't as intrusive as asking for someone to delve deep into their past and lay their soul bare.

The little wolf sighed and rolled onto her flank so that she was laying facing him, relieved to be lying down and eyes half-lidded lazily, but contentedly. It was all too easy for her to picture the dark, looming dragon that was always breathing down her neck, and it was nice to be able to just relax and enjoy what was going on before her. "I happen to be chock-full of good ideas," she jibbed, her tail thumping the snow behind her as she listened to his responses to her questions.

Ultimately, they were normal answers. Stuff that any wolf could've said. But there was something about the way he said gold was his favorite color that just... it reminded her of a wolf in love, and she could all-too-easily picture either a wolf with golden eyes, or perhaps a wheat-gold pelt. Something important had to make him fond of that color - she could tell it from the inflections of his voice.

Soon, he was finished, with a bit of flattery for her toward the end that she snorted off with a shake of her head. "Well, I think my favorite color is green," she told him, picturing the shoots of grass that would grow in her pen in spring and summer. "I don't think I really have a favorite food. Nothing really stands out as appealing to me," she stated truthfully. She'd eaten earlier, but that was a small rabbit, and though she hadn't had a substantial meal in days... she didn't feel like she wanted one. "I like fall, too, but I personally prefer spring. Everything's so alive and growing, and there are puppies and baby birds and fawns. The weather is nice, and the bugs and birds singing sound like a song." She hoped she'd live to see springtime again. She assumed she would, but she wasn't going to let herself hope only to get disappointed in the end. "And, as for dreams, I don't really have any. I've never had a reason for them, you know? Like you said - live in the moment."

She stretched her forelegs lazily out in front of her, her paws nearly touching his flank as she relaxed, able to see his face without having to crane her neck or support any of her own weight. This was... comfortable; nice. It was pleasant and happy, and she pushed the idea of him having a girlfriend to the back of her mind for a moment.