A Fresh Beginning

Ara's heart felt considerably lighter upon recognizing that this girl was not only a familiar face, but a friend of the family as well. A gentle wag started at the base of her tail, making it sway slowly and carefully behind her. Still her sapphire eyes were alight with curiosity, wondering about this herb he spoke of. And still she wondered why it seemed she was drawn to kindred souls, to wolves who were interested in the art of healing and herbs. It was a strange thing, but not something she would dare complain about it.

The plant was called Blue vervain, and was something she had never heard of. "I would be useless in your search, sir," she admitted somewhat bashfully, wishing she knew more. "But, what does it look like?" Her knowledge was limited, but slowly expanding as the winter weeks drew on. She could hardly wait until the snow melted and plants and flowers were in full bloom again. How much she would learn then! She nearly quivered with excitement at the thought, but contained herself, taught to always be docile and well-mannered with no exceptions.

A gentle laugh would escape her jaws at his quip, but her attention would shit to Novel as she asked the man a question -- if he would mentor her. Feeling as though she was suddenly intruding, she would take a few steps away, letting her paws carry her around the stones, nose sniffing at the strange structures. It seemed Bhaire was from Ludicael as well, which pleased her, as it somehow gave her more reason to trust him. They were an allied pack, as far as she knew -- and her mother's friend Song and her family lived there.