Lone Star Mountain When choices end, you must defend

aria pressed beside constantine, for warmth and for reassurance. neither did she know what they were doing out here, but something seemed to fester in the murkwater man's soul, and aria wished she could calm it. they split rarely, traveling together and keeping their silent vigil for whatever reason seemed fit. aria was glad for their time alone traveling -- even under the circumstances -- no one here could chastise her for having a friend. she preferred it to the judging gazes she felt she received back home. who knew if anyone actually felt ill of poor aria january, or if it was all in her pretty little head. 

she nodded as constantine mentioned they'd turn back soon. she wasn't sure what it was that would warrant they turn around. had he given up? she wasn't sure what he had even given up on. all the same, there was no sign of his son. or the dragoness, for that matter. with her disappearance, aria had to admit she felt a bit lighter. though the way it made constantine feel made her wish the dragoness had never left. it pained her to see him distraught like this-- constantine deserved better.

she spotted the lone group of wolves, pressing close to the man she travelled with. who were they? and then they answered, without her even asking aloud. she pulled apart from constantine, standing a bit behind him. he was in charge, she was no one here. her pale gaze scanned all the wolves present, hardened and stiff, on edge. though her tail waved affably.