The Sentinels biscuit, ivory, and cream

Aria nodded. Behati dropped the sass and she returned the manner, deciding it probably wasn't so lady-like to be such a bitch; regardless, she moved on. Without apologizing for assuming she up and left (although to her it still appeared so), the white wolfess gave her a bit of an eyebrow raise. It was tempting to ask why she cared, but it was none of her business. Besides, the icy young fae was quite intelligent, and could assume that there was some sort of affection for him in the question. 

So, naturally, the competitive side of her arose and the need for a companion followed. Maybe there was nothing between her and Casmir, but you'd be a total moron to think that Aria would pass up any opportunities for love and a family. 

"Just the other day," she replied, eyeing the caramel wolf with interest. "We had a nice walk together," she added vaguely, curious to see her reaction. It was not that she was always so rude to others, but Behati sparked this strange emotion in her, and it allowed her to feel more confident. So she rolled with it, wondering what assumptions the girl would make about their day together.