The Sentinels Mean enough to stare your demons down

The pale eyes of the equally light female sparkled, diamond like, with amusement. She giggled a bit at the wolves playfulness, her tail wagging with her own sort of childlike attitude. She shook her head. "I suppose he thought you could speak it for yourself," she teased, her eyebrows waggling at him. Aria dipped her head to him, lifting it afterwards and tilting her head slightly to one side. "It's a pleasure," she responded, her mouth forming a kind smile.

"Exploring," she responded vaguely. Not to be rude, but that's literally all she was doing. Her head returned to it's natural position, but she continued to smile.  "It's a lovely territory, I'm just trying to learn it. I'd prefer to be useful, and it's hard to be useful when you get lost," she chuckled a little, sitting. She wondered if the male had something in mind, and if she'd be needing to stand back up, but she was still a bit sore from her journey and decided even a couple moments of sitting wouldn't hurt. 

"I don't suppose you were doing the same?" she asked, her head once again tipping to the side.