Ara was itching for some fun, and the one thing fun needed the most was an accomplice. She hummed and harred for a while, and then found the scent of Manea’s daughter in the wind. She grinned at the familiar scent, and went trotting after her niece. She found the purple girl by the lake in the centre of the territory and plopped herself down beside the growing girl. “Good grief, you're getting tall!” she remarked, shaking her head and turning a mischievous expression towards the other wolf.

“Want to get into some trouble?” she asked in a conspiratorial whisper. A hint of a smirk on her ink-stained lips. She didn’t think Meane would get too mad if she took the girl out for an adventure.


"Naráca Mendacium"

Avacyn was at the edge of the lake, rinsing off some stones that she had unearthed recently and had been chipping out of the rock through the morning. She had some ideas for them for her projects, but they weren't usable until she got down to the gems themselves and figured out how big they actually were. That would determine what she could use them for. Before she could finish her task though, her Aunt Ara came up from behind her, making her ears perk as she glanced over at her mother's cousin curiously. She hadn't spent much time with her "aunt" in recent months with all the work she had been putting in around the pack and into the planning of the festival they just completed, but she had fond memories of playing with her when she was younger.

She chuckled and gave a little roll of her obsidian eyes when Ara mentioned how tall she was getting. She had met and passed Ara's height a while ago as she reached her first birthday this past fall, but it still made her laugh a little when adults commented on how much she had grown. She hadn't gotten quite as tall as the rest of her immediate family, but tall enough she supposed. She raised a brow at her aunt at her question, setting her work aside for a moment to give her a small smirk in return. Usually she wasn't really one to stray from her work, but she could make an exception for her wild Aunt Ara. "Maybe... What do you have in mind?"

"Avacyn Mendacium"

Ara considered it for a moment, looking at her towering but dainty second cousin, whom she fondly called niece. “I scented a tiger near the rock garden” she began. The scent had been faint, or she would have sounded the alarm. “We could go mess with her.” She offered a grin at the thought. A good tussle with a predator was always fun.

“Or we could go exploring. Have you been to the Polar sound?” she suggested. Mostly she was itching to get out and lose her head for a little while. Taking her niece with her would make it the added fun of bonding with the younger girl.


"Naráca Mendacium"

As soon as Naráca mentioned catching the scent of a tiger out near the rock garden she could already see where the red-hued woman was going and it made Avacyn respond with a little grin. While she was certainly not the most drawn to violence out of the twins, she still enjoyed getting to sink her claws into a predator from time to time. Fighting the bear with Saracyn recently had reminded her how fun it could be so that was certainly an appealing option. The offer of going to the polar sound was appealing as well since she did like wandering through the mountainous, wooded area occasionally to see what she could find. It was a beautiful spot in her opinion with pretty good options for hunting so that was nearly as appealing to her—but in the end the tiger fight won out.

"I have been to the sound and while that does sound like a good time, I think we should go see if we can find that tiger," she replied with a grin. Glancing away for a moment, she looked up toward one of the near by trees and gave a whistle, one of her ravens coming down from its branches as she held up the gem that she had been chipping free. The raven took the rock from her, holding it in his diamond talons, and then flew off toward the dens to stow it away for her. With that taken care of she got up, giving her coat a quick shake before she turned to her aunt with a grin, saying, "Lets go!"

"Avacyn Mendacium"