The Sentinels biscuit, ivory, and cream

Being the curious wolf she was, Aria was spending her days all over the territory. Today she was near the borders, marking them heavily and keeping out intruders. It was at one point she scented a wolf, female, and far too close to the borders for her liking. Her slow stroll began into a trot, and when she spotted the wolf she was forced to let out a warning growl. She neared anyway, white eyes narrowed and brow furrowed. There came a time when she realized she knew this wolf, but not personally. 

Her scent was strong when the girl had first joined the pack, and she remembered it with ease. Aria was sharp witted and had keen senses, to some of the other wolves in the pack it would not be a surprise that she knew that this was the scent of Casmir's ex lover(although she did not know about their relationship). 

"Behati," she woofed, straightening her stance as she neared. She was no longer hostile, but now simply on edge. Where had she gone? Why had she returned? Her tail stood still and raised, ears perked. She was showing a vague dominance, because technically Behati was not a member, and to her she was trespassing. "You've been gone a while," she commented. 

The two girls were roughly the same age, maturity wise. Behati was probably a year older, but Aria often acted as though she was well beyond a teenager. Right now was one of those times. She held her serious tone, but hints of curiosity escaped through the diamond like gaze she held.