Once again, Ara found herself heading to the eastern lands of Boreas. Perhaps she was simply being naive - hoping that she might catch a familiar scent of someone from years ago here, or that somehow Fiori might have been reborn. As she expected, there was nothing extraordinary to note, and any glimmer of hope she'd felt at the possibility of some kind of change was quickly quelled as she made her way through familiar lands.
One thing that caught her attention, though, was the scent of blood heavy in the air. Frowning, Ara turned to catch hold of the scent and trail after it, hoping someone was not injured. Her paws carried her across the tan sands of the beach, finally spotting a woman in the distance with an autumn-colored coat. Slowly she moved to close the distance between them, her pawsteps hesitant and her head lowered to show she meant no harm. The iron stench of blood grew stronger as she approached, noting the trails of blood in the sand - and Ara cleared her throat to announce her presence before startling the woman. "Excuse me?" She called out, her voice soft and hesitant. "Are you okay? I.. I can see you're bleeding." If she refused help, Ara wouldn't argue, but she hoped if she was in pain that she would accept some assistance.
