navigating the fog

Aryn kept her attention rapt upon the woman as was polite while another spoke, though occasionally her gaze would drift off to observe the moor as they moved deeper through the mist. Aurielle's words made sense and Aryn did see the necessity in learning the basics if only for self defense, though regardless she was glad her father didn't have similar rules. She didn't want to learn to fight at all, even the thought of learning to hunt was daunting to the girl who did not like to spill blood.

"Inter-pack activities sound fun." She agreed lightheartedly, wondering what sort of things the sister packs could do together. "I'd be very glad for the help. Without someone in Lirim to teach me I worry I won't be able to learn enough to benefit the pack at all." Her lips parted in a sigh, though her smile quickly returned. They parted the mist, and before her stood towering stones in a circle. "Oh, wow! It's beautiful, Aurielle!" Aryn gushed, breathless.