fragile bird

She would be pleased to have some company, even if she was not outwardly ecstatic. Always a stoic girl, it was rare to see much excess emotion from her -- she was the epitome of serenity and caution. A guarded smile made its way over her features as she dipped her head, tail twitching lightly where it lay resting at her hocks. Ara was much more like her father than her mother, serious and dutiful almost to a fault at times. She knew there was time for play, but some things were simply more important.

"Elderberries," she replied, her tones airy and light, undoubtedly the lyrics of a child. "They are good for preventing illness and keeping the body strong." They were not a cure, but more of a preventative measure. "Being a medic is my calling, sir. I think I was born for it." Perhaps that was not entirely true, but it certainly felt like it. She could not imagine harming another wolf, nor would she imagine spending her days scouting the borders or even hunting so frequently. Her passion was in herbs and plants, and using them to heal and better others. She also enjoyed seeing lands unfamiliar to her, and basking in the beauty of nature. Nothing was lovelier!

He, too, seemed to appreciated the beauty that surrounded them, making her dark tail wag a bit faster behind her. "What shall I call you?" she inquired gently, true curiosity shining in her soft sapphire gaze. "It would be impolite to take your assistance without even knowing who you are. My name is Ara. I come from the Kingdom of Seracia."