i don't wanna touch the ground

Ara was grateful that the stranger seemed to calm not long after she saw that she meant no harm. Simple conversation was all she was after, and she would be content even if she was denied that. Not all wolves were interested in conversation, and she understood fully if she was among those wolves. She didn't seem totally opposed to talking, though; she admitted it was beautiful here, and Ara nodded slowly in repeated agreement. "Right?" The woman said simply, letting a sigh leave her lips. There was so much of the world she had yet to see, though she had a feeling few places would compare to this one. Still, she was partial to the forests, in particular those with willow trees and redbud trees, but this place did retain a particular type of beauty.

When Quake asked if she was from Fiori, she nodded easily. Though she wasn't as involved in the happenings of the pack as she knew she ought to be, she still felt very much like a member. "Ah, I know of Abaven," The pack was run by family - if she could still consider the Destructions her family. She really wasn't sure, and she found her posture faltering slightly as her mind lost track of their conversation for a moment. "I've heard good things about that pack. Do you enjoy it there?"

Briefly she found herself wondering if maybe she was a Destruction, but nothing about her appearance was familiar. Many Destruction wolves bore similar markings, and this wolf didn't strike her as similar at all. It didn't mean it wasn't a possibility, though. "My name's Ara, by the way," the woman offered after a short pause. It'd been awhile since she had abandoned her surname, feeling strange for using it after her wife's prolonged absence, though sometimes it still felt strange to refrain from using it too.