Stavanger Bay Too Many War Wounds, Not Enough Wars

He asked for her opinion, and while truthfully she hadn't heard anything good about Saltwinter- it was not enough to form a bias. Njal had warned her to stay away, but Lasher seemed to be completely fine with the pack. Regardless, she didn't have enough time to answer as a hard gust of wind rushed by. The girl was small and light, but was firmly rooted to her spot. While she swayed a bit to the side, she huddled closer to herself and when it passed she remained unharmed- a bit ruffled and goofy looking if anything.

It was nothing in comparison to the boy who stood yelling at the wind, and Aria let out a giggle, burying her nose into her chest fur in an attempt to hide it. This male was far different than Casmir, but in a friendly sort of way. He was flirty and confident, but didn't seem to be making any moves on her. She liked him, hopefully after their meeting she would see him again. 

When James calmed, she watched the silly boy with a bright pair of pale eyes before she answered his original question. "I think that you could handle Saltwinter- just be respectful, most packs look for that in members," she advised, smiling. She hesitated for a moment, thinking of the male she'd spent time with in her own pack. "But uhm, if we ever have some open ranks... I'll give you a call. I would be pretty confident in your acceptance," she told him, her tail wagging slightly in the sandy snow.