Ara hardly knew anyone in Fiori. She'd seen them, sure - but anything more than that was basically nonexistent. The woman was quiet as she moved through the mangroves, wondering how she'd ever found this place strange to live in. It was second-nature now, to weave among the roots of the trees and to avoid the damp earth that seemed to surround them on every other side. Closer to the falls, the forest was a bit less swamp-like, and she drifted to the drier parts of the territory today, happy to avoid getting wet on this cool autumn day.
It wasn't long before she found the scent of another, which wasn't a surprise; Fiori was a large pack, albeit a quiet one at times, and she knew that she was closer to others than she realized much of the time. Feeling unusually eager - she wasn't the most social of wolves, despite her altruistic nature - she trailed after the scent. It belonged to a young woman, and Ara wore a smile as she came into view. "Afternoon!" she called out, her voice soft but kind despite its insecurity. "Your name is Heather, right?" Ara was good at putting names to faces, especially at pack meetings - it wasn't difficult to tell who Leo was speaking to, or about, most of the time.
