Blackfoot Forest Mr. Bennet made no answer.

Aaron shrugs. He had no idea where simply that they were. He enjoyed walking, and although it was usually more scenic he still enjoyed the freedom to stretch his legs. "Whatever grabs our attention," he tells her, smiling and nosing her cheek. "Amara," he begins, his gaze flickering between her and the imaginary path before them. "I have been meaning to--" he freezes, pushing a shoulder before his lover to stop her. He smells something-- someone-- but is unsure where they are. Her snakelike movements were quite the asset, as she went unnoticed by the couple almost entirely.

She soon shows herself-- Aaron is not sure if she had noticed that he had noticed her or not-- and speaks. She speaks like she is unaware that she is so close to pack borders, but she asks about the forest directly. The man clears his throat, his chest puffing out slightly. "That would be us-- my name is Aaron Odolf, and this is my mate Amara," he calls to her, his eyes narrowing. "Who is asking?"