The Sentinels biscuit, ivory, and cream

And so jealousy did strike the dusty coated wolf. She was attractive, Aria would admit, but if she would ever take Casmir from her she'd feel no guilt. No matter how she felt, she had gone. It's her own damn fault she was gone for so long. There's no way she expected such a fresh relationship to stretch over such a distance without speaking, did she? Pitiful. 

Aria shrugged.

"It was his birthday," she hummed, allowing herself to relax into the snow. She sat across from the girl with a curious expression, one that implied there might've been more. Was there? Not really. But Behati was so easy to manipulate, and maybe it was fueling her attitude; one that was usually much more tamed.