Ara's posture, as it normally was, was the epitome of nonthreatening - she was acutely aware of how other wolves perceived strangers, and in turn was just as conscious of how she approached too. Her ears tilted forward, her smile growing slightly, in spite of the rain as Loccia began to examine her. She'd take no offense to it, taking a moment to get a better look at the younger female as well. Something about her felt vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.. and she wouldn't be at all surprised if she was completely mistaken. In her long life she'd met so many wolves that it was hard to remember them all - and perhaps it was simply another symptom of her advanced age, but she preferred to think otherwise.
"Good evening," Ara greeted Loccia in response, dipping her head respectfully to the younger female as she drew a few steps closer. Only briefly would she pause, shaking her head to rid her face of some of the raindrops that had accumulated there. "Have you explored this place before, by chance?" This place - The Range, as they called it - held history she knew went far beyond her existence had even been dreamt of. It was likely far older than even her parents, or their parents. The history that she knew of this place though was more than enough for her, and she wondered if this stranger knew of it as well.
