navigating the fog

Aurielle introduced herself, and Aryn's face lit up as she mentioned that the packs were not just allied, but family. "Oh!" The yearling gasped. "I'm sorry, I should have known. I'm sure if the volcano had not kept Lirim locked to the island, we might have met more times when I was growing." It shamed her to know that there were blood relations so nearby that she hadn't reached out to, and she decided that it'd need to change at some point. "I appreciate your offer, and would love a tour."

Aryn waited to see where Aurielle would lead her, continuing the conversation as they walked. "This isn't my first, no. I'll admit since the day I was allowed to roam I've been exploring as much as I can." She remembered the waterfall she'd seen, how beautiful the glowshroom cavern was. The world held such wonders. "I thought perhaps that I'd make a path out of it, but I'm not so sure anymore. Dad says Lirim needs hunters and healers, so I'm going to try to learn." A soft sigh tumbled from her, though her lighthearted smile didn't stay off her face long. "The problem is that with so few knowledgeable about those paths, it's hard to find someone to teach."