returning

She had been been here once before. The terrain was plain, but lovely in its simplicity, especially to the girl who found beauty in even the most desolate of places. There was always something beautiful about each place, and in every creature -- and if you couldn't find it, her father had told her, you simply weren't looking hard enough. Ara had taken her idol's advice to heart, perhaps too literally, as she approached the Ebony's borders with wide, inquisitive eyes. Her gaze swept across the horizon, dancing from one rock to the next, the formations strange to her but comforting in their irregularity.

Though her stance was far from submissive, she lacked anything that even mildly resembled pride. Her gait as she approached the borders of Ebony was unguarded but stoic, as far from threatening as was possible. The girl with the tan and black fur seemed curious as she approached, sapphire gaze alight with the wonder of a child, though her lips were pursed with seriousness. The pack's scent was familiar, but not entirely so; she wondered if the same woman ruled that had once before. She remembered the man she had met, Vaughn, and couldn't help but wonder if he might still be here too. She hoped the meeting would go as well as the last, though she knew her intentions might be misconstrued, and would be willing to leave as quickly as she was asked.

After a moment of waiting, the girl tipped her head to the sky, letting loose a gentle call for anyone willing to listen. Though she was still a yearling, she hoped they might take her seriously regardless. Only when her song was through would she lower herself to her hindquarters, the embodiment of patience and composure.