The sentinels are ugly and naked, stripped of their beautiful green leaves and lovely underbrush. The newly appointed Alphess of Donnelaith is at a loss for words, she has never seen anything like this before and has absolutely no idea what to do about it. Do they leave? Where do they go? Perhaps they would follow the prey-- where would the prey go? Surely it would die out... most of their hunted prey were herbivores, they won't last long if all of Teekon is bare. She does not want to speak to Lasher or Dante about it, she fears for the fate of the pack and does not want to be reminded of reality. 

She walks through the barren territory now, her white eyes vaguely focused on the anything. She stands out more in the spring than she did in the winter-- and has been unknowingly mistaken for a ghost on a number of occasions. The scar on her shoulder was mostly covered by fur in the winter, as it was so thick, but now it was a dark pink and easily seen. She pauses as she goes, sitting on the dirt covered ground (did they eat the grass? i feel like they did ):) and letting out a soft sigh. What had happened to her beautiful home? 

Aria's head turned. She looks to see a gray wolf-- old but kind looking. Her head dips, and she reminds herself that the polite thing to do would be to stand, so she does. The pale girl stands tall, her should straight and head high as always. The other woman had bowed, but her eyes remain locked on her. Aria could not help but wonder why, as usually she tried not to stare at others-- perhaps she had met this wolf before? 

"Hello," she murmurs in response, her head tilting slightly to the side. Her eyes narrow, looking the other woman over. She is much taller than herself, but perhaps skinnier. Aria is thin, but it is of a healthier sort and her thick fur often distracts from her thin figure. "You are new, yes?" she then asks, her luminous eyes still held on the other.

The other seemed respectful still, and Aria's ears perked. "Lucani... it is a pleasure," she replies, her head dipping in greeting. "I am Aria January, Donnelaith's second Alpha-- I assume you've met Lasher already?" she introduces then, and inquires of her lover. No one knows of their relationship, but it's clear that the young girl has always held the Mayfair in high regards. "I am a scout, but I do have a history with medicine," she adds, always loving to find another wolf who loves healing. Eilidh was one of those wolves, and was teaching Deirdre. 

Aria then frowns, her tail lowering slightly. "I would offer to show you our garden-- it was newly planted and growing very well-- but of course it is barren now," 

The girl dips her head. "I'd love to show you," she replies, and smiles. "Follow me," she then beckons and begins towards the garden. Even though Donneliath is bare, she knows her way around-- the territory is large and mapped fully in her head, she hasn't gotten lost in ages. 

"Lasher is kind," she says, beginning small talk for their walk there. "His mate Blue Willow stepped down not too long ago to care for their children. Lasher only just asked me to step up as Alpha-- I have been the packs Beta for a number of months though," she tells the other with a small smile. 

Her tail wags as Lucani compliments her. She had been told something similar before by Osprey-- but Lucani had said it much kinder she felt. She smiles and looks to the other, giving a gentle shrug. "Thank you-- but I really am only doing my job as a member of the pack," she explains. It probably sounds cliche and brown-nosey, but she's being completely honest. "I guess it just paid off,"

The girl blushes immedeatly, her head shaking at the implied compliment. "I suppose-- but some people don't actually do their job. It's more than just border patrols and hunts," she continues. Aria leads on, pressing her nose to the ground occasionally to make sure they were headed in the right direction. She pauses, her nose crinkling as she looks around. The scents were distorted by the locusts, muddied with disgusting insect smells. She knows the forest well enough, but it's always nice to know the way around via scent as well. She pushes on.

"You have to be respectful, know your place in the pack and be mindful of everyone else's. Not everyone pursues trades either. Each wolf has a special talent-- something they can bring to the pack in order to better it. Those who only do the minimum of patrols and hunts are only barely doing their job," she explains, hoping she's making some sort of sense.

They soon came across the garden-- or at least what was left of it. There were a number of rocks and roots poking out in all directions, but not a single leaf was seen. Lucani questions it, and Aria shrugs in reply. "Was the garden," she says, her head dipping to sniff at the remains. Her nose crinkles, and she shakes her head. "I can't even tell you what was placed where-- it all just smells like bugs," she says, letting out a light sneeze of pure disgust. She pads around the overturned dirt to the other side, staring at the elder from the other side. She says nothing, but gives a gentle shrug.

Aria nods, her tail waving behind her. She noses a loose branch, flipping it over in the dirt. The girl looks up and shrugs, only mildly aware of the fact that everything would probably grow back. She lists a few of the herbs that she'd helped plant, but then shrugs again. "The little things are probably long gone though," she tells Lucani, biting her lower lip in thought. "Everything was relatively young, I'm not sure how much would have stayed," she adds.

Aria nods to the other and begins to look for seeds and roots along with the old woman. They spent the rest of the day looking, coming across a handful of still useful seeds and roots. Aria told Lucani she'd bring them to Eilidh and Blue, and told the elder woman to keep some for herself to make her own cache-- the more the merrier right? Still upset with the situation, Aria couldn't help but feel down after leaving Lucani's presence, but nothing a good nights sleep couldn't fix.