Despite taking most of her time to settle down in Lirim, her newfound home would not hold her back from exploring the nearby lands. A proper healer could not be confined to a small section of land, after all - how would that allow her to collect the herbs she truly needed to be useful for her pack? Today her paws carried her east, across the river that lay near the northern section of the field of willow trees, and back to a land painfully familiar to her.
The Range was where she'd been born, where she'd spent her earliest childhood with her parents and siblings, and the memories she held from that place were especially fond to her. At the same time, the memories were painful as well, reminding her of wolves she knew were gone from this world. As much as she tried not to live in the past, she couldn't help but feel somewhat nostalgic as she veered around the side of the large barn that stood at the northern edge of the territory. This structure had been a popular one when she'd been a child, a good place to seek shelter from the elements as well as a welcome place for pups to explore. Of course, she'd always been one to look outward - far more interested in what the earth itself held rather than artifacts left behind by creatures long ago.
She realized suddenly that it had started to drizzle as the evening drew on, light enough to not be a bother. Ara squinted against the rain as she peered up at the sky, though braced herself against the gentle spring rain and continued onward. It didn't take long before she saw movement up ahead, attention snapping downward and to the stranger in the distance. It was nobody she knew, though Ara still let a gentle smile grace her features as he paws carried her closer - she'd been heading this way in the first place, and company was never unwelcome, not in her mind at least.
