Lost Creek Hollow so im going back to santa monica, new york to L.A

afraid - lana del rey

@Sif maybe? she seems so cute and Aurelia needs friends :3
set before her thread with Valette

By now, with all the lonesome wandering and running here and there, the small yellow-eyed vagabond had a pretty good idea of her surroundings. She had been to the lake where all ducks in the world seemed to gather to quack and swim in circles together. She had been to the fox-filled woods and the precious flowery meadow.
But she had not yet been here. 

Aurelia sniffed around, her back recieving the warmth of the midday sun as she began to explore the area. Hunger was not an issue right now as she had happened to find an injured bird that served as good brunch before entering the yet uncharted forest she was currently in. The sound of rushing water somewhere near kept her moving, she would like a drink or a swim because the sun, oh golden sphere of the skies,was burning hot today.

As she walked, a soft hum of a childhood lullaby fell freely from her lips.

Sif was trying to navigate the woods with a large stick held tightly between her jaws. Her lips and gums were bleeding freely, cut and bruised by the shifting of the branch as it knocked into rocks and tree trunks indiscriminately. An airy whine slipped through her teeth as the stick hit another trunk, jerking her head to the side when he tried to keep going. Why was the forest attacking her? Did it really need this stick?

"Staven min!" she snarled, jerking on the stick to dislodge it from the bark. Free at last, the dark girl continued on her way, her fur bristling as she negotiated a way through the trees.

And then there was a voice - a real danger. "Staven min," Sif said to herself, voice muffled by her prize. She would not release the stick to the trees, and she would not release it to the wolf that came humming around the bend, looking exactly the way Sif imagined a stick-stealer would look.

Sif froze, one paw held delicately in the air, and waited for the stick-stealer to make her move.

There was a angry grumble somewhere among the trees that caused Aurelia to stop in her tracks and lift her head up. She pricked her ears and waited, wondering if again she'd have the bad luck to cross paths with another crass creature with intentions to fight her.

Suddenly the stranger appeared before her, it was a female drapped in browns and eyes of bright burgundy. She carried a stick between her teeth as if it was treasure, and though for another the sight of it would have appeared as strange Aurelia did not judge, she could not, for she too had been once guilty of collecting seemingly useless items and doing other things that earned her judging glares from strangers.

The female froze, a small paw lifted as if to silently warn Aurelia to keep her distance - so she did.
She was not a stick-thief , or she did not plan to be.

She looked at her silently, her tail tip beginning to swish from one side to another in a slow wag.
Then her gaze fell to the floor, near her own feet there was another stick, not as big or special as the brown beauty's but one Aurelia could claim as hers. So with a swift movement the preta picked it up,  holding it delicately between her teeth for a moment before tipping her head sideways and falling gently into a playful bow.
There was no doubt the Lockhart would always be a child at heart.

Sif held onto her stick a bit more tightly, growling even when the woman seemed to be friendly. You could never quite tell with wolves around these parts, although she'd had particular luck with the ladies, lately. Perhaps this wolf would also be her friend? That would be nice, as long as her stick would be safe.

With one last growl of warning, the girl began to edge toward the stranger, neck straining forward to take in her scent even as the stick - being still caught in the brush - tried to pull her hea back around.

Finally, Sif released the prize, giving it up as a lost cause, and inched forward unimpeded.

When the girl continued to growl, the thought of simply 'dropping it' crossed Aurelia's mind. But she didn't, she held on to the stick, tail wagging as slowly the other girl came to realize that being defensive when there is no threat is a lost cause.

With her yellow eyes glued to the brown beauty, Aurelia watched surprised as the girl suddenly let go of the stick she was seconds ago so fervently clutching onto. She wondered if she should do the same, but ultimately decided to hold on. Then, as the girl began to inch close, Aurelia felt the swishing of her tail speed up. 
She woofed a muffled "Hi" before finally dropping the stick at her feet.   

Sif paused her advances when the other girl dropped her prize. Ruddy eyes carefully regarded the stranger, searching for signs of aggression or distress. Then her eyes fell on the stick and lingered there, gaze growing jealous and intent. She'd been about to dart forward and to try and snatch it away when the other girl spoke, snapping Sif out of her green-eyed haze.

Her expression remained uncertain, ears flicking back even as she uttered a quiet response: "Hi."

Then her gaze fell to the ground in something akin to shame - she'd almost stolen a stick from a nice girl. What if this was destined to be one of Wardruna's wives? What would she had done, then?