Wheeling Gull Isle the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking

aria dipped her head, appreciative of the other strangers more conservative respond to her arrival in the cave. she gave a small, curt nod to the one, gray-coated fae before looking to the one named ixchel. "i can't deny shelter in this weather," she said, though she would have preferred to have had some friendly faces within the cave, "the storm will surely pass soon." she didn't intend to stay in this cave forever, of course. perhaps she'd seek out komodo-- or maybe stay with these two females.

her ears pricked. "a friend? i can help search when it lightens up, if they do not come," she then added, nose twitching. she couldn't scent anything besides salt and wet dog, the storm washing off every other scent that was nearby. maybe someone else would come soon. ixchel offered help to the injured fae, and aria turned her attention that way. "there is nothing growing in this cave," she offered with a frown, "there are webs, however." she slowly stood, her fur stained brown along her stomach from where she laid. they would help the bleeding, even if there was not herbal remedies they could perform on her. she moved to a separate corner, reaching up with a paw to gently swirl them around her paw. pulling them from her paw with her teeth, she moved back towards the other two. "if you want them," she offered to the injured wolf, though she gave them to ixchel, who seemed to know what she was doing.

"we should rest," she then said before returning to her corner and doing just that. although this time, she didn't sleep, as she was toocautious of the strangers that now inhabited her shelter. regardless, she hoped the storm would stop soon, so they could all leave and find more food and medicine-- and hopefully ixchel's friend.