It had been over a month since Aria had come to Donnelaith and she still hadn't really been to the beach. She'd been once or twice to hunt but never had she gotten to truly enjoy the beauty. In an attempt to get away from Behati and all the drama that surrounded her, she decided to go today. Picking up a small piece of half-eaten meat from the cache, probably left-over deer from the smell of it, the white princess made her way towards the Bay. 

When she arrived, she took in the saltier air in a deep breath and relaxed herself on the sandy/snowy ground- it needed to make up it's mind. She stared into the waters and smiled contently. It was so beautiful, she felt so at ease. This was, until the salty air took on the scent of another, and she scolded herself for not noticing at first. Did she want to be brutally murdered? The answer was no. Pay attention, moron. She looked to her left and saw the figure of a darker gray male, and her gaze narrowed with caution. Who was he? Would he hurt her? Did he notice her? She picked up the meat and stood, ready to defend herself or to move away from him. 

Or maybe he was friendly, she didn't know.

The male didn't seem hostile. He had glanced to her kill but made no advances towards it. Then he spoke. Her ears cupped so she could hear him, and she tilted her head curiously to him. Carefully, she made her way towards him, stopping so they could speak without yelling to one another but still far enough not to invade any personal space. Surprisingly clear for holding something in her jaws, Aria replied. "Hello," she said simply, her tail wagging a little bit to show she meant now harm. It seemed, however, that he already did not think that she would harm him. 

"My name is Aria," the snowy girl greeted him, her head raising a little. She had no reason to exercise her rank to a loner, they usually didn't care for such things at all. Her head tilted a little bit and she carefully set the piece of meat on the ground. "What might be your name?" she asked curiosity, raising her head again and studying him with interest. In the sunlight she squinted a bit, but her eyes shown much like diamonds in it's light, she waited with patience, wondering what he would say. 

The girl smiled vaguely to him. It was nice to meet another male about her age, it seemed. The whole thing with Casmir was driving her mad and she just wanted to find some peace- if that made sense. She shrugged, not directly answering his question. "We aren't chained up, ya' know," she offered, a hint of her flirtatious personality rolling softly from her tongue. This male didn't know her, she didn't know him. Casmir didn't know him, and he probably never would. She could just have a little fun flirting, it was harmless. He seemed just as well. 

"What brought you to the beach?" she asked without adding in the 'oh you don't have to tell me' thing. He either answered or he didn't, but she'd ask regardless.

He pushed the topic further, and she watched him curiously. "I haven't really seen the beach before," she told him, her tail flicking curiously. "It's a nice break, I suppose," she added calmly, still eyeing him with caution. Why did he care so much? She decided to return the questions to him.

"Any packs you've tried?" she asked with a raised brow. To her knowledge, the only packs nearby were Saltwinter and Donnelaith, and she was partially in charge of greeting the border-dwellers. She also knew of Lost Creek Hollow, the pack that Lasher had recently set out to visit; but she wasn't sure where it was. Donnelaith was also pretty full, she thought, surely if he tried to join them he would have to be turned away.

The male seemed to catch on to her cage hints of flirtation, repeating the manner back to her. She smirked, rolling her shoulders back a few times. "My lady," she repeated with amusement, eyeing him curiously. She then moved onto his question, making no other comments towards his own. "We're full," she responded flatly, her tail curling around her paws as a gentle yet chilling wind blew by. 

"My pack is Donnelaith-," she added, glancing towards the territory. "-in case you find yourself among our borders, save yourself some time." Her advice was solid. Lasher and Dante (and she supposed herself) were by no means a hostile bunch, but they knew what they were dealing with and wouldn't dare over-expand. She watched him curiously for a response after looking him up and down. 

"Saltwinter," she replied with a nod of her head towards their territory. It was further west of Donnelaith, and she had never traveled to the pack herself. Her tail tip flicked as it was wrapped around her paws, her pale eyes watching him. "They are only together for the winter, I believe I was told, I'm unsure of their ranks though," she added. Mentally, Aria praised herself for remembering such vague things, many people didn't hold on to all the information she did... At least she felt. 

"Your sister?" she asked, then smiled innocently. "Your sister must've been quite pretty then," she mused, ears cupping forward as her sweet smile turned softly into a mischievous smirk. 

He asked for her opinion, and while truthfully she hadn't heard anything good about Saltwinter- it was not enough to form a bias. Njal had warned her to stay away, but Lasher seemed to be completely fine with the pack. Regardless, she didn't have enough time to answer as a hard gust of wind rushed by. The girl was small and light, but was firmly rooted to her spot. While she swayed a bit to the side, she huddled closer to herself and when it passed she remained unharmed- a bit ruffled and goofy looking if anything.

It was nothing in comparison to the boy who stood yelling at the wind, and Aria let out a giggle, burying her nose into her chest fur in an attempt to hide it. This male was far different than Casmir, but in a friendly sort of way. He was flirty and confident, but didn't seem to be making any moves on her. She liked him, hopefully after their meeting she would see him again. 

When James calmed, she watched the silly boy with a bright pair of pale eyes before she answered his original question. "I think that you could handle Saltwinter- just be respectful, most packs look for that in members," she advised, smiling. She hesitated for a moment, thinking of the male she'd spent time with in her own pack. "But uhm, if we ever have some open ranks... I'll give you a call. I would be pretty confident in your acceptance," she told him, her tail wagging slightly in the sandy snow.

Aria dipped her head to the male, his farewell a bit bittersweet. She did need to go back to her pack, but his company was refreshing for once. The snowy princess only smiled, her tail waving as she stood up. She watched him turn and leave her ears cupping forwards as she waited curiously for him to turn or keep on- he chose the latter. 

Unsure of where to go now, she murmured a soft goodbye that she hoped the wind would carry to him, and turned to head back to her own pack- feeling calmed and satisfied.