Blackberry Fields was... well, it was okay. Certainly not as good as the Lowlands, because not only was this place more enclosed, but there were all these freaking blackberry bushes that got thorns in her paws and dammit that hurt! The little wolf snorted as she plucked one more thorn from her paw, wincing slightly as a dot of blood appeared and seeped out from the tiny puncture. Then, another... and another. Too many drops from such a tiny wound. She recalled her father telling her that her mother always bled so easily, from the smallest of injuries - especially in the year before her death. It was why she'd died from childbirth; she'd just kept on bleeding and bleeding until there wasn't enough lifeblood left to fuel her.
It was a terrifying prospect, actually. Too terrifying.
Forcefully, Cas licked her pad and placed it in the snow. The drop in temperature would hopefully help the blood to thicken up and clot more easily, and thereby stop the bleeding. A moment later, she lifted her foot back up to check the injury. Surely enough, the blood had clotted afterward, with only a little splash of red on the snow to indicate that there had ever been an injury at all. Cas was eager to get away from that scarlet stain, so she stood and headed through the field with her head and tail lifted high. She'd been feeling a lot better since joining the Rye wolves. The strength of the wolf is the pack, and all that.
But Cas wanted more, damn it all. She wanted to see things; experience things. Her packmates were all wonderful wolves, but she could already feel herself growing stagnant from even the short time she'd spent up confined to the Lowlands. She was almost regretting her promises to Drestig, even though he was such a great leader. In her opinion, anyway. The old man was so nice to let her in, even after she'd spilled her heart out to him. Though Cas herself had to admit that that was an unwise decision - who in their right mind would allow a sick wolf into their pack in the dead of winter? She could hardly contribute much; she and Ass-kan had found a carcass and scavenged food from it the other day, but apart from that? A rabbit or two, tops. It sucked, and she wanted to do more, but she wasn't strong or fast enough to.
A sigh of frustration escaped her, and she shook off her negative feelings to allow herself a moment of
The silver-dusted girl had almost gone back down to the Wild Cherry Orchard, where she'd met that douche.... whatever-his-name-is. He hadn't told her, and even if he had, Cas would've forgotten it by now, anyway. He was that bad. She had wanted to explore the blackberries, though, because she hadn't gotten a chance to yet. The little wolf was already regretting her life's decisions, though, because she took a small step and her paw came down on yet another freaking thorn dammit why had she been so stupid? A yelp escaped her maw, and she turned her face to the sun to cry out in mock anguish,
"Why are there so many damn thorns in this godforsaken place?!"