The young forest of redbud trees had always been a source of enjoyment for Ara. Truthfully, she had always been interested in trees nearly as much as plants and flowers. Though they had little use in practice, besides the ones with bark or leaves that could be used as a poultice, she knew that they played a far bigger role in the earth's ecosystem. She still remembered her first time visiting the weeping willows, and how enthralled by them she had been. This forest was far different, the trees large despite the forest's relatively young age. Ara was happy to wander through it, weaving between the tree trunks lazily, no real goal in sight for the day. She wore the satchel she had found, getting used to the feeling of the handle slung over her back and the way it bounced lightly against her side as she moved. She'd let it dry a bit and had tugged away some of the more frayed ends, and she found it far more useful now.
A familiar scent found her nose as she wandered. It was a Fiori wolf. More specifically, it was Jackson, the man who had tried to organize a hunt recently. Sadly, attendance had been sparse but she had been happy to contribute regardless. Curious, she trailed after his scent, wondering if he'd come here to get away. If so, she would happily leave him be. A smile painted her features as she found him, slowing a good distance away with her head bowed. "Hi, Jackson," she greeted him warmly, her tail swinging slightly behind her.
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