He slipped away from the pack needing a little bit of a break. He was feeling frustrated after his latest attempt at a pack hunt. There was only two that showed up not giving him enough to go for larger game that would feed the pack. One of them had just been a pup, which he was happy to see her enthusiasm, but without much experience she couldn't be much help. He was still trying to figure out this new rank of his and after that hunt he felt like he was failing. What else should he do? To distract himself he had decided to go on a hunting trip, to scout new areas to hunt and maybe even find some other hunters to help him hone his skills. He didn't know what he would get into, but right now he just needed some space and to improve himself. It's the only thing he knew how to do. He hoped it would help because he really didn't want to fail his uncle and he wanted the pack to continue to thrive. "Talk"

The young forest of redbud trees had always been a source of enjoyment for Ara. Truthfully, she had always been interested in trees nearly as much as plants and flowers. Though they had little use in practice, besides the ones with bark or leaves that could be used as a poultice, she knew that they played a far bigger role in the earth's ecosystem. She still remembered her first time visiting the weeping willows, and how enthralled by them she had been. This forest was far different, the trees large despite the forest's relatively young age. Ara was happy to wander through it, weaving between the tree trunks lazily, no real goal in sight for the day. She wore the satchel she had found, getting used to the feeling of the handle slung over her back and the way it bounced lightly against her side as she moved. She'd let it dry a bit and had tugged away some of the more frayed ends, and she found it far more useful now. A familiar scent found her nose as she wandered. It was a Fiori wolf. More specifically, it was Jackson, the man who had tried to organize a hunt recently. Sadly, attendance had been sparse but she had been happy to contribute regardless. Curious, she trailed after his scent, wondering if he'd come here to get away. If so, she would happily leave him be. A smile painted her features as she found him, slowing a good distance away with her head bowed. "Hi, Jackson," she greeted him warmly, her tail swinging slightly behind her.

He could do all the small game hunting himself, but the pack just couldn't thrive on the small animals, they needed larger prey which he couldn't do on his own. Did he need to just try and find loners to hunt with, those who were willing to split the kill? Should he try to find loners who were good hunters and convince them to join Fiori? He just wasn't sure what he should do. He would need to talk to Leo, that much he knew. Perhaps his uncle could give him advice to help boost the attendance to his calls. Sighing the male shook his head trying to suppress the thoughts so that he could lighten his mood. It also helped that a female voice helped to pull him from his thoughts also. His lead lifted and he looked back, his eyes falling on the form on one of the wolves who had come to his last hunt. He smiled warmly his tail wagging and he turned his body to face her. "Hello Ara! How's the day treating you so far," He returned the greeting. Perhaps just being in the company of someone else would be enough to lighten his mood. It would at least keep his thoughts distracted so he wouldn't dwell on his own thoughts anymore. "Talk"

Ara only thought briefly of the slightly disappointing hunt that Jackson had tried to summon wolves to. She was happy to help wherever she could, even if others hadn't decided to attend. It was a shame that more hadn't attended - she didn't think about it for long, though, sure that everyone had their reasons. She'd always been the type to expect the best of most wolves, and certainly expected the same of her packmates. Her smile grew when it became obvious to her that Jackson wasn't displeased with her presence. "Not bad at all," she admitted, her tail waving gently again behind her. Though she knew little about him, he seemed a kind man and one whose presence she would enjoy. "What about you?" Since he was hardly more than an acquaintance to her, she knew nothing about him, and it was hard to gauge what sort of mood he might be in.