The aquatic girl had been on a sort of hypervigilance, even if others didn’t notice it, since she had run away from her captors almost a year prior. It was because of this that she sometimes found herself off of pack lands, scouring the territories that wandered about to ensure that she was still safe where she was, though that was not what had caused her outing. She had just returned from the battlefield and was on her way back to Abaven lands. The girl with the white mask would sigh, inhaling and exhaling over and over until her heart didn’t feel like it was beating out of her chest. It was then that she caught a familiar scent and two stranger scents on the wind. Consider her curiosity piqued.
She would follow what she determined to be Lark’s scent, still feeling the pain of bruising from her spar with Vivek on the battlefield, which was where she had been heading back from. “Hi Lark, who are your friends?” The curious yearling would ask with a small and albeit a little forced smile towards Aslan and Azula.
