She had abandoned her leathers, and was wearing loose cloth, though she was still barefoot. She'd never be seen without some kind of weapon, be it a bow and arrows, a knife, or a thin sword; something was always in easy reach for her, and she wasn't afraid to use it in a fight. Also within easy reach was a large, graying wolf. His eyes still their bright blue, though his once midnight black fur was now spotted with white fur. The beast could often be found asleep next to her.
Both seemed to wait for something, and, judging by the impatient glares she gave to everyone walking in the door, whatever they were waiting for, was late...
((Social, for now... May develop into something =p
She's just waiting for someone she knows; she (and I) don't know who! Know Cassy? Come on in! Don't know her? Come in anyway! Though be prepared for an angry glare, and possibly a fight, hehe))