Swiftcurrent Creek that aint no lie

again? 

aria was shocked that the dark man had come once more to their borders. she hesitated to go to it, just like every time. because as much as she wished to defy ... constantine. durnehviir. herself, even -- aria really didn't want to cause problems. and this man seemed to be a problem. but she was so intrigued -- she couldn't help but want to come... at least see. like a bad car accident.

her pale coat seemed to materialize out of the snow, her gaze icy and sharp as always. she stopped before him, her nose dark and twitching as she looked the man over. him first, before she looked down to the offering -- an assortment of ... things. prizes. feathers, mostly, along with an egg, and a porcupine. it was impressive, truly. aria only showed this in a prick of her pale ears, her nose still twitching as she took in the scene. she looked back to him.

"i do not lead this pack," she told him, as if he had asked her. gently, her crown tilted to one side.