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

aria had crammed herself into the corner of the cave. it made it feel smaller and safer. she'd managed to fall asleep, managed to dream a bit, but she was waken by the sound of a crash into her safe-haven and the sight of multiple wolves. something inside the pearl begged her to run, escape these evil beings and dive into the ocean for safety-- but this aria knew better than that. when the one wolf growled, she quickly stood alert, her on fur raising and her gaze hardening-- though only at the one clumsy, ignorant, stranger. growl at her in her cave? a warning.

but she settled, knowing better than to try to fight more than one wolf. despite her advantage as dry and rested, she didn't know how many more were with these two. smoothing her fur down, she looked instead to the wolf who entered with caution, dipping her head. "i am here," she said softly, ears flicking. her white eyes scanned the two strangers up and down. the one had already-- stupidly-- made herself at home here, and though aria wouldn't chase her out, she already disliked her... did she not know how to act in a situation such as this? did she not scent that there was another wolf?

"my name is aria january. you may stay here for shelter, if you still wish," she said in a calm, collected manner. it was something she'd been taught, pretend you have the power, someone may give it to you. she sat back down, her tail resting beside her. her luminous gaze again found everyone in the room, checking them over, though it seemed the one had already passed out. she turned her focus on the first female, who she took a liking to, and asked with a sweet smile, "what's your name?"