Swiftcurrent Creek when i first met tom mccannon, i was working in the mines

aria didn't follow the sound in hopes of finding a fine looking, broad shouldered man. she followed it instead with a furrowed brow and an agitated expression. who did things like that? just waltz over to other packs and asked for women to approach? oh... she would show him a woman. fine-figured and butterfly-eyed. but aria was no prize to be won, and she was certainly no easy target. 

she approached the dark man with an intense gaze, pale iris' locked onto his features, posture dominant. this was her land. well, constantine's land, but she was part of the pack whether she liked it or not, and she would defend it for her closest friend until she need not anymore. 

she faltered of course, when she realized he was actually quite handsome -- and she suddenly wished not to be so cold and unapproachable... but her first, knee-jerk reaction still stood. he seemed like kind of a dick. "what do you want?" she asked, ears flicking forwards.