The lowlands were becoming a favorite place of Cas'. The vast, openness of it all seemed to free her mind of any fear that she might have been reminded of otherwise; if she had been in a more, closed-off area. Sometimes even the trees around Stonewatch Timbers made her feel claustrophobic, even though that made absolutely no sense. Trees were not fencing; wood was not metal. There just wasn't a reason for her to feel that way. And yet, she did anyway.

But she did not feel that way here. No, here was all wide open spaces and freedom and room to run to one's heart's content. Not that Cas had been doing a whole lot of running recently. For the moment, she was content to just be a slow-going wanderer and make her leisurely way across the beautiful, open grounds of the Larkcall Lowlands.

She hadn't been expecting to nearly fall into a massive. freaking. hole in the ground.

She stopped herself from taking a rather big nosedive into a ravine with a... frozen pool of water at the bottom? Blue eyes squinting to try and make out the shape of it better, she started to pick her way down the slippery slopes of the hole. She made it down without incident, and only minor aches and pains from her newly-rested joints, before she reached the frozen water and hummed in interest. She crouched down and pressed a paw to one of the shallower parts, where she assumed the ice might be a bit thinner. She managed to make a hole, and lapped up some of the ice-cold liquid like it was nectar from heaven.

This place was beautiful, was about the only thing that Cas had time to think of as she raised her head and glanced around before the voice of another female cut through the air and brushed against her auds. It wasn't a cruel voice, or an unhappy one at all. It was just a simple 'Hello?' So, Cas turned to face the owner of the voice, angling her ears toward the wolf it had come from.

She paused for a second, thinking that something about this wolf was... familiar somehow. Maybe... did she sort of look like Sven had? Once again, however, the white female interrupted her inner musings with a 'Have you ever been here before?' and Cas decided that, no, she couldn't have reminded her of Sven. The off-white boy had been too gruff and harsh to be related in any way to a wolf with such a sweet voice as the one before her.

"Yeah, actually," she called up, wagging her tail at the older wolf. "I nearly fell into the damn thing." She was clearly not frustrated by that fact, after having just ended up in such a beautiful place. She didn't think she'd have even been upset to have fallen in.

The ruddy, gray-and-red wolf smiled up at the one with the white fur. "I'm Cas, by the way. And, I take it you have been here before?" she asked, while also offering up her name. It saved time to just get the pleasantries out of the way.