Duck Lake prettiest girl in the whole damn holler

it had been for aria. she was not stupid.

originally, the question had baffled her, sure. while instinctually it made sense, aria had never encountered such a thing. wolves mated within their packs. wolves left packs. joined new ones. and so it continued. there was no need to court outside, and she found it almost degrading to be called out to be courted. 

but it was also sort of romantic, in a weird, girlish way. aria sort of liked the idea -- especially paired with all of the drama that constantine had brought down upon her. aria found herself conflicted, and almost hoping to cause a bit of issue. for her own sake -- she hadn't done anything for herself in a while.

so, when he left, and the crowd dispersed, aria snuck out to find him. to have a conversation with him -- and him alone. without durnehviir spying and snarling over her shoulder, without constantine pretending he had some sort of claim over her. if he wanted her so badly, he should leave his wife and claim her, dammit. but he didn't. so aria could do what she wanted.

of course, when she arrived, she found she was not the only wolf that had taken interest in the offer -- no matter the circumstance for the interest. aria looked at ruenna with a blank expression, halting a distance away from the pair, her pale gaze eventually moving back to the dark, broad man.