Patchy rain possible
58 ° F, 15 ° C
Cas was not a leader. She had believed that Sahalie's leadership was an unalienable thing, that couldn't be changed. Of course, it was nothing but that - a belief. Like a human child believing in magic, or a pup believing in Paradise. Castel had been perfectly content playing the part of second-in-command; she loved backing up Sahalie and Alastor. But the world had changed, for a brief moment in time. Sahalie was busy with Laurel, and had given the silver-dusted girl the leadership position for the time being.
Which she was happy to help with. It was just that she had no experience, and she was terrified of screwing Quaking Vale up. The more rational, logical side whispered at her, asking just ho much trouble she could cause in the short few weeks that Sahalie had stepped down. But the larger side of her, the side that was flipping out, was picturing forest fires and chaos and mayhem.
It was silly, but Cas had always had an active imagination.
She had left the territory for a brief spell, hoping to find solace from the screeching magpies that had perched themselves in all of the trees around them, but she could find nowhere that wasn't filled with the overwhelming birdsong. Not to mention, it had been raining off and on all day, and Cas' pelt was damp and sodden. All-in-all, this was definitely not one of her favorite days.
Life is short.
The thought rose, unbidden, to the forefront of her mind, and she sighed deeply when she realized she was completely ignoring her own beliefs and philosophies. Living a worry-free life was important to the girl, and she was breaking all of her rules as she wandered through the shadows, imagining all the things that could go wrong. Perhaps, instead, she should be focusing on what could go right with her brief leadership period. Maybe this wasn't a bad thing.
Maybe she just needed to stop thinking.
A flock of magpies had settled down to roost on the ground in a clearing ahead of her, and Cas wasted no time in sprinting out of the bushes, barking and howling and waving her tail to frighten the birds off. It worked; the flock shot off into the misty air with screeches and caws loud enough to wake the whole forest, and Cas was left behind, on the ground, laughing her head off.