Here at 'Souls we use our character's name as user name, so if you want I can ask an administrator to change it to Aislinn? 
The borders had been relatively tranquil lately, and the young male was given time to settle with the deep contentment that had started to gather and form within his chest. The love of his life had gone away, but life went on and he who once looked back now only looked straight ahead. The depression he knew so well was nowhere to be found despite the losses he had faced. The lilac eyed yearling could not afford taking extra time to dwell with such things that could not be changed, because there was so much else that could be done. Dahlia was still small and had to be handled with care, but it seemed they were slowly growing again and he did no longer fear for the pack’s death. Of course, anything could happen, but people seemed to be happy with what they had. The war was long over and peace had yet to settle enough to be taken for granted just yet.
He drew to a new scent carried by the breeze, a stranger too close to the borders for this to be a coincidental whip of scent from a passing creature. When the form was within his lavender eyesight, he immediately saw the injured leg that refused to function properly for her. The golden male wanted to move in at once to assist her and take a look at the injury, but knew better than to follow impulse. ”Excuse me, Miss, it seems like you could need a hand.” For what? Well, she looked both tired and injured, seen from a mediocre apothecary’s point of view. He stopped at a decent distance and allowed her some space, awaiting response from her uniquely hued form.