Ara was not stupid enough to cross the pack's rather distinct border, despite her youthfulness and slight naivety at times; she was not overly afraid of being run off the borders. The woman before her certainly seemed the last to assert her dominance, and so the yearling's stance would relax and a smile would grace her features. "I am Ara," she offered gently, her tones kind. But their meeting would be cut short by the presence of another, a brutish looking man with thick scars over his eye. Not all unlike her father, but his presence left her with an uneasiness that she never once had felt from Bronze.
He spoke, his words harsh and almost threatening. A slight frown would grace her features, but she would struggle to maintain the wariness she could not help but feel. "I am not stupid, sir," she explained carefully. "I would not dare intrude. I come seeing permission to enter, or perhaps be escorted in. I come seeking an herb that I have only found here." She was sure it could be found elsewhere, but she did not know how far she might have to travel. What she did know for certain, though, was that it could be found here. "I come from the Kingdom of Seracia. We live in the southern lands."
