Altar of Twilight hey, mama, how's it going?

Aria was as good as ever when it came to the borders. she patrolled them daily and moved to places where calls for leadership were made. it was nothing unusual, it was what she'd done in Donnelaith and what she did in her pack before that-- it was her job as a subordinate to protect. today was different, however, when the air was cut by a clear call not for leadership, but for her. she might have thought it normal, if perhaps it were Deirdre or Pearl coming to visit-- but it was not, and a trickle of fear shivered down her spine when she realized who had called.

"Casmir..." she murmured, her ears flattening as she moved slowly towards the voice. she might have ignored it, but she didn't know why he was here and their last encounter hadn't been as friendly as their first one. he probably meant no harm, and it was a bit unreasonable to be so nervous, but since leadership Aria had been nervous more often than not, though it'd gotten better since she stepped down. 

it'd taken her a while to come to him, mostly because she had grown so used to running from her problems that coming face to face with one intentionally didn't sound very appealing. she remembered all of their encounters very clearly, and no longer were they looked back on with a smile and heated cheeks. he was, however, just as she remembered him, though he looked older and less leggy-- probably as filled out as he would ever be. by now they were probably both full grown, and she wondered if he thought that about her. she stopped at the border, staring at him as he remained a ways off. he was here to talk to her, so she didn't speak. it'd been a while since they were together, and now she had nothing to say-- or maybe just didn't know what to say