Ara's journey had taken her far from home. Her paws carried her to the east again. Even as a pup, she had been full of inquiry and curiosity -- never settling for the world before her, but always craving more. And while she was often more timid than most, her mind would not let her settle for inactivity and stagnancy. Her thirst for knowledge led her away from familiar lands, toward the place she had met Bhaire and had reunited with Novel. Though the landscape was very much the same, here, it seemed something else had changed.
The scent of unfamiliar wolves was strong, the markings of a border pungent in the air even before she approached it. A sigh would nearly leave her lips, as she shook her head, wondering when this had happened. The only two packs she knew of lived in different lands. She knew of Ludicael, where Novel and her family lived, and Valhalla, Seracia's dearest ally. Her interest had been piqued, no doubt -- but that was not the only reason she was here.
She knew she could run if the pack was of any threat to her, confident in her ability to steer clear from danger and make good judgements of character. After a long moment of deliberating, the girl would raise tan-furred muzzle to the sky, letting loose a gentle call to anyone who would speak with her.
