I'm Left To Discover On My Own

Walk | "Talk" | Think
Sota easily showed he was not as young as Aranea thought, though she still had an almost motherly instinct to keep him safe from harm as if he were fragile. "You are welcome to join me if you'd like." She'd suggest with a smile. Her eyes looking down at her mucky paws before gently moving forward in the soft, swampy ground.

Her attention still plagued on Sota, she'd walk around just a small area of the center of the swamplands, her nose intent on the many number of scents she found rather overwhelming searching to pick out one from another. She'd stop at a large tree root that emerged and craned close to the height of her throat. Hear nose gently ran the wet bark of the root, a couple hidden shrooms grew very secretly underneath, hidden very well from any traveler. Her gaze would look around at the number of more vibrant, obvious herbs growing in the brush, herbs that had medical uses opposed to the rare fungi she found here on the root. But she'd have no interest in taking the distorter home. She'd much rather suffer her depression now-a-days than get high and experience the rather scary side effects.

She'd try to take note of the abundance of medical herbs here in case she ever needed to seek them out. But as she was living just by herself at this moment, she felt no need to keep them in stock at her den. She'd look to Sota, wherever he may have wandered or stayed, "Are you not from here?" She'd question with interest, not meaning to prod him about things he may not want to talk about, "Your markings are just so unique, I'm interested if they are normal from where you are." She had met a lot of strange wolves in her day but it seemed that there was never an end to the surprising makings of wolves born. "I wasn't born here on the continent myself."