They'd be departing from Blackfeather very soon - at least for now. Once he returned he would group up with Nyx and then Damien, then together they would head out to find more to follow their cause. Aries himself was not all that bothered with the change, for his loyalties lay primarily to the dark wolfess (and now the man she accompanied), but it would be strange to leave the borders of the home he'd known for the majority of his life without the title of a Blackfeather wolf.

The reaper had taken it upon himself to take one last wander around the land surrounding the territory itself before they left - despite knowing full well it was likely they would return and reclaim the land. He'd been wrapped up in his thoughts when he caught scent of someone... almost familiar, tainted with a scent he vaguely remembered - the one Nara had carried on her pelt. But this was not Nara, of that he was certain. With a hint of curiousity, the young man prowled toward the owner of the scent before pausing in his steps. Ah. 

His... dear sister. It had been a prolonged expanse of time since their last encounter (which, he remembered, was not on positive terms), but perhaps something could change now. They'd both changed, evolved into seperate characters with seperate lives, but regardless they were still of the same blood (that had not forgiven Dakarai, though). With this in mind, Aries began to stalk closer until he was within speaking distance; he made sure not to delve too close. 

He opened his jaws to speak her name in greeting, stoic as he always was. "Cassiopeia."