Ayara wandered out of Amberjorne pack lands, wanting to spend one of the first few days of fall outside of the pack lands. She had spent a lot of time over the past few weeks healing her fellow pack members from the war, but that was not quite what she was tired of. Rather, it was the relationship that was developing between Themis and her father. Ayara sighed, she still had not found a lover. Not that she necessarily needed one – she could thrive on her own. But she wanted, no, yearned for companionship. She was having difficulty making friends within the lands, which could be very well due to her healer role. So, she wandered to Wildflower Fields, just outside of the pack lands and over Babbling Brook.

She sat within the flowery field, her head of horns scanning the environment, taking in the colors, sounds, and scents. A soft smile crossed her face, just adoring the peace. Her black spine, which faded to gray sides, felt the warmth from the autumn sun, whilst the colors of reds and purples contrasted the white underbelly she adorned. Her black tail lay wrapped around her side as she took it all in. However, her ears perked when she heard a slight rustle. Her china blue eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for the source. ”Who’s there?” She spoke, her voice alert but not intending to be scary in any way. If she saw a bigger frame around, then that would be the case. She could very well be speaking to a rabbit though that went under her nose, but she hoped not. The thought that crossed her mind was pups. But, she would wait for a response.

Actions & Words.