Though she wasn't at all offended by his ability to discern her mood, and she certainly appreciated his offer of listening, she was grateful too when he didn't insist on it. Her woes were exactly something she was comfortable sharing with anyone, especially a stranger. Truthfully she felt guilty for feeling so down anyway and tried not to reflect too long on her own misfortunes, which were relatively minor compared to what some wolves might be going through.
Her smile was more genuine now, relaxing now that she was no longer surprised by his presence. "A wanderer, you say?" Ara asked, more a rhetorical question than anything, her tail waving gently. She had thought occasionally that the life of a wanderer might be ideal for her. She had always been fairly introverted, independent by nature and she had always loved seeing what the world had to offer. But she clung to familiar things too, to the hope that someday her wife would return home to her and that things would go back to what they had once been. "You must see some interesting things on your travels, Eniko." There was a faint hint of envy in her voice, longing for a life she knew she would never live, but was happy to daydream about. Some of her best memories had been in the time she'd spent traveling with Novel, exploring whatever lands they had wanted to.
"I am from a pack nearby, called Fiori," she explained with a slight dip of her muzzle. "I frequent this redwood forest, though. I've always liked it here." She loved being surrounded by vegetation and trees, no matter the type, but this young forest had always appealed to her. Not finding him awkward at all, she shook her head at his words, dismissing his apology entirely. "It's no problem," Ara replied with a kind smile. "I haven't spoken to many wolves lately, myself."
