Things were so much different now, for Ara. Novel had left quite some time ago, on a journey to visit her family back where many of the Destructions had originally come from before finding these lands. She'd thought she would've returned by now, but there was no sign of her, and Ara wasn't ashamed to admit that she'd wandered quite a bit further than usual, hoping to catch a whiff of her scent on the breeze. Their sons had been gone for awhile now, too.
Ara had remained in Fiori. She had gotten used to living here, and the thought of finding another home was uncomfortable to her. She feared living life as a rogue, though oftentimes she was equally as uncomfortable living among others. She had been more dissatisfied lately than she had been for awhile; she missed her wife desperately, and the loneliness - something she hadn't ever felt so fiercely - weighed down heavy on her heart.
A quiet sigh fell from her lips as she reacted to Leo's call obediently, turning on her heels and heading toward him. She'd been quite a far distance away, and she was rather late, comparatively. Her blue gaze briefly danced over the ground - she wasn't close to any of the wolves there, though she'd shared some time with Amalia in the past - and she would settle quietly away from the others, eyes fixing on Leo silently.
