The scars are souvenirs

*Ara* · 05-10-2016, 05:42 PM

Ara missed her wife. It'd been far too long since she was gone; since spring, at least. The months had gone by painfully slowly, and she wished more than anything that Novel was home again. Her heart was feeling unusually heavy, and she felt at a loss for what to do - and so she would wander, aimlessly, figuring at least looking for herbs or simply just moving might keep her mind occupied.

This place was soothing, at the least, and she found herself slipping into a peaceful rhythm as she traveled near one of the streams that she knew let out to the ocean. Though the world was growing colder, some plants still clung to life, though many were beginning to die as winter set in. An audible sigh fell from her lips as she moved, taking one slow step after another, her head hung low to the ground as she tasted the air for familiar plant scents.

Something stood out - a wolf, not an herb, and slowly she would lift her head and search for the stranger nearby. She wasn't terribly close, but close enough to get a decent look at. Her coat was black, harboring mesmerizing golden swirls, and something on her front limb glimmered as it caught the sunlight. Taking care to not seem threatening, for the last thing she wanted to do today was to upset someone, Ara would offer a slow bow, in the form of a greeting.

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