Lonely is the Night

His company was pleasant and she found herself relaxing in his easy presence. Ara was undeniably grateful for the distraction - lately her mind seemed to hold more unpleasant thoughts than anything else, and she hated feeling so down on herself. His compliment certainty brightened her features, a gentle smile turning up the corners of her dark lips. "Oh, thank you," she said softly, tail waving lightly behind her. "I was named after my grandfather. Not that I ever met him. I've just been told." Ara had always loved hearing her father's stories, and oh how many he had. She still wondered what she might not know about him; he'd always been a rather mysterious man in some ways.

She nodded swiftly in response to his question. "I wouldn't mind at all," Ara replied with a gentle and barely-audible laugh. "I haven't explored so far South much and was taking a much-needed trip from home. Which is yes, Fiori," she answered with a nod to accompany her words. "Who did you meet?" Ara asked curiously, conversational - she didn't know all the wolves in Fiori but she was observant enough to catch many of their names, even the ones she hadn't spoken to directly.