Restfulness

Speaking to any of the younger wolves in the pack interested in healing had definitely crossed her mind. Perhaps with the warmer days ahead of them she could find the strength to seek them out and offer a proper lesson of sorts. She knew any guidance was better than none though, so perhaps striving for perfection wasn't the best route. Either way, that wasn't on her mind today, only for a fleeting moment when Torin came into view. The thought passed about as quickly as it had arrived, I her thoughts returning to the present. The smile she wore was genuine as she regarded him, glad for the company and he headed her way. "The warmth is more than welcome. It's a welcome relief, that's for sure." Though they'd purposefully chosen to settle in more temperate lands, winter still had it's struggles no matter where they chose to reside, and Lirim's lands were no different.

"Spring is well so far. Hard, but.. we're surviving." For now, she thought to herself, but knew better than to mention. Ara cast a sideways glance to the grave, finding no shame in it nor in discussing it, despite the fact that it might be difficult. "This grave belongs to Elohim, Novel's companion. Perhaps you saw the two of them together at the last meeting? They've been together since we were children. His death wasn't unexpected, but was still… difficult. Especially for her," she explained solemnly, letting out a low sigh as her gaze drifted from the flowers on the mound of dirt back up to Torin. "She hasn't been doing well lately, and I feel losing him has only made things harder."