I’m not seeking Approval

The taiga was bathed in the warm glow of the early summer sun- her surroundings seemed to come alive with the buzzing of insects and the sweet scent of blooming flowers. As she made her way through the territory- her steps were light, but purposeful. Even still, she wandered with no particular destination in mind. The air was alive with the vibrant energy of the season, and Aurelia reveled in the brief moments of freedom she was allotted. However, with the shift of the wind, she suddenly came to a stop. An impish smirk playing out across her features.

As Aurelia caught the scent of the strange woman, she felt a sense of intrigue and curiosity rise within her. The yellow fae was a stranger to the Sound, and Aurelia approached the situation with an air of playful mystery. She simply couldn't help herself as she made her way toward Moira, her steps confident and her eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she purred, her voice carrying a teasing tone. She hesitated as she drew close in a conversational distance., taking in the sight of the golden wolf with an appraising gaze. "A wanderer, aren't you? Haven't seen your face around here before."

Aurelia's confident stance radiated an air of control. She leaned in slightly, keeping a comfortable distance between them. "You give off the impression that you're up to something," she said, her voice laced with casual curiosity and a hint of intrigue as she tilted her head to the side. The playful glint in her eyes suggested that she was ready for adventure and mischief. "But that's okay, we all are here." She finished with a mischievous edge, leaving a clear implication that she wasn't the only one who resided in the Polar Sound for now.

"Aurelia Veratti"