Otatso Wetlands my life, my love, my drive, it came from pain

each time their fur would brush up, aria would follow his lead. that was all it was, after all, right? she didn't really know where they were going-- or why, but she'd follow. there was nothing else for her at the creek anyhow... or anywhere else, for that matter.

her ears pricked at his comment. "i..." she said quietly, unable to finish as constantine spoke again. what was she to say to that? how could she respond? she didn't know. "i can leave, constantine. i didn't come back to make your life so hard," she told him suddenly, a wave of guilt suddenly plaguing her. there was a difference, aria decided, between durnehviir hating her... and hating her own husband. 

aria was not a home wrecker, and she didn't intend on being one.