Night was beginning to fall, and with each turn of the tide another group of stars became visible. Hiraeth had been doing a lot of walking lately, a silent and lonely traveler in this new land. Everything was unknown, and of course he was a bit afraid. But there was nothing left for him in the land he used to know. This fresh start was more than just desired, it was necessary. There truly was no turning back now. The large man sat in the damp sand, his simple beige form blending in with the surroundings. But that was how he liked it. He would rather go unnoticed, sitting here on this little beach with the brackish water intermittently licking at his paws. His eyes were fixed on the setting sun, and for a while he was content. His breath moved in and out of his chest with a rhythm akin to that of the turning tide, and as he sat he seemed to be waiting for something to change, to break him from this stillness.

Moving around was as difficult as it was for a pup to fly. Meaning nearly impossible, however she had really needed to rinse off her wounds. She found herself being underneath the water for a few moments, with the sun dropping it would get cold soon and she would have to return home. Little did she know that there was a male in front of her with the water licking his paws. Arian would raise her head out of the water, wincing at her left shoulder that made her entire body ache. Only to stop and stare, tripping forwards into him as she opened her mouth wide. She couldn't help it with her unbalance body. If she were lucky he would stay put for a soft landing, if not her face would hit the sand. Her left front leg wouldn't want to sit underneath herself easily. Her tendon had been torn just underneath the elbow. Meaning it was hard to support much of anything. Every step was a shaky one but she was just getting used to it. Her tail curled a little upwards. "I'm so sorry." Arian said to the man. "Talk"

Hiraeth let out a sigh and was thinking about finding a place to rest his head for the night when suddenly something rose from the water in front of him, making him backpedal a bit. Then he realized it was a woman, and she seemed to be terribly off balance, so the man hurried forward to catch her before she could fall to the sand. "Fod yn ofalus, cariad..." he said gently, helping her regain her balance. Then she spoke and he cleared his throat, making the transition to English. "No harm done, milady," he said with a smile. Then he noticed the wounds she bore and his eyes widened. "Are you okay?" He wanted to help the poor woman, but he had no knowledge of healing or tending to wounds, even though he had experienced his fair share. In the past there had always been shamans present to fix him up after a battle, so he had never learned what needed to be done.

Well he was nice enough to actually get in her way to help her. All the males she had met recently had been complete assholes. So this was a nice break. Even if she was wobbly standing, she decided to sit. After all she needed to re-do her herbs to make sure everything healed properly. Otherwise her leg wouldn't heal enough for her to at least slightly stand on it. Not that she was needing it much anymore. All she did was heal, her fighting and alpha days were long over by now. Arian would be sure to be getting revenge on the man who did this to her. Even with this one's foreign tongue it made her a bit happy. "I'll be fine, you just startled me was all." she laughed. Though she probably scared him half to death since it was dark now. "I was cleaning off my wounds, just need to reherb them is all. My name is Arian Adravendi. It's... nice to meet someone like you." Unless he was tricking her. That was always a possibility. So she wouldn't be letting her guard down, her vocal chords were ready to call since she couldn't defend herself any longer. "Talk"

Hiraeth waited until the woman seemed more confident on her feet, and then he politely moved away and sat in the damp sand nearby. She seemed pretty badly injured, and he couldn't help but look at the wounds for a while as he wondered what sort of fight she had been in. "Well, as long as you're alright," he said meeting her eyes again. "I wish I could be of more help to you... perhaps I could fetch you some new herbs?" It was in his nature to want to help others, and this woman was no exception. However, she seemed like the strong type, and he also didn't want to hurt her pride by waiting on her like a priveleged pup. He decided he would wait, and let her make the decision. "It's my pleasure, Arian," Hiraeth said. "But may I ask, what do you mean by someone like me? I take it you haven't seen many friendly faces recently?"

Maybe because she had met so many evilly inclined wolves, when someone was nice she was expecting other things. Arian shook her head at him. "I'm fine, the herbs are prepared I'll just.... walk to them." that was a laugh. More like crawl hop and scrape herself across the floor until she got there. With her luck she'd probably not return home until morning anyway. He didn't need to help her though, that would make her feel bad. "Yeah well, all the males I've run into recently hate me. One rendered my arm useless and other is a powerful leader who told me to move my pack or he'd attack me." she snorted. Compared to them, Katja was a gem. Arian sighed, lowering her head. The scar on her face ached and she had received that a long time ago. "I recently gave up my alphaship, now I'm lead healer at Sonticus." her head gestured towards the weeping willows. "Talk"

Hiraeth brought his green gaze away from the grisly wounds and instead looked into the woman's eyes as she spoke. Her words elicited a gentle laugh from him, he did not intend to let her hobble her way toward the herbs. He would help her get there, of course. It never ceased to amaze him how careless and cruel some creatures could be. It simply felt natural and right for him to help the poor injured woman, and yet as she spoke he became more aware of her situation, and he was horrified at what he heard. What sort of tyrannous leaders inhabited these lands, who would simply attack someone who did not obey their will? Few things had the power to stir Hiraeth to anger, but unfair leaders often did the trick. "I'm terribly sorry, love," he sighed. The man then came a bit closer, aligning his body with hers so she could fall against his side if she needed to. His eyes were kind as he looked at her. "Shall we try to walk?" he offered. "My name is Hiraeth, by the way. Sorry for not mentioning it before." He smiled bashfully and stayed close as he took a few experimental steps forward beside Arian, prepared to be her crutch again if she began to fall.

Of course she wouldn't reject the help, however she coughed a bit. What would Cypress say if he caught them, of course Arian jumped to conclusions. Even if the male's intentions were innocent, as a married woman she could only imagine. Nodding her head, a walk sounded nice. Though she had to use him as her main support. So, when they walked it would be together. Arian let out a sigh, maybe he could walk her home though. "Hiraeth.... that reminds me. What language were you speaking earlier? I know two other languages myself but that one is foreign." Though she was very rusty with her irish. Japanese ran in her family for generations. Her children also knew the tongue, they crossed her mind and it hurt a bit. Were they disappointed in her? "My husband is going to be so worried about me." she muttered staring at the ground. Her tail flicking behind her she tried to keep her head up to look ahead. "While you're here, why don't you come to Sonticus. I'm sure Allen wouldn't mind if you spent the day if you wished. As payment for helping me. I'm not THAT old, but I sure am starting to feel like I'm twice my age." she indeed did feel like an old coot. Since she could barely even walk on her own anymore. "Talk"

Their first steps were shaky, but at least they were making progress. They left the water and padded across the sand. Arian sometimes had to lean heavily against him, but he didn't mind. "My family raised me to speak Welsh," Hiraeth said, slipping into his accent. "Of course, it became necessary to learn English as I traveled to new lands. Still, I think Welsh is a more beautiful language. What other languages do you speak, milady?" he asked. They managed to make it several yards away from the water when Hiraeth stopped to give the woman a short break. She mentioned a husband and he gave a soft smile. "Well, then I suppose we should see to it that you return home safely. As for me, I'll need to keep moving, but thank you for offering your hospitality to me." It would have been nice to settle somewhere even temporarily, but he wanted to explore. If he stayed still too long his grief might catch up with him and swallow him whole. "Besides, I don't need any payment for helping you. I'm doing it because it's the right thing to do." Nothing more, nothing less.