Arye found that she lingered by the sea during the times that she wandered away from Phoenix Valley. She liked how chaotic and calm the ocean could be all at once, thrashing toward the shore and then receding with the tide. The young female was drawn to it, for some reason. There were so many things that she loved about the shore; in fact, she had met Pripyat at a place such as this, and that meeting had granted her an unexpected home.
With the morning fresh upon her, Arye enjoyed the fresh scent of water and allowed her senses to draw her out into the open. Before long, she caught the scent of something elusively familiar. After a moment of analysis, Arye smiled brightly as she recognized the scent of the AniWaya tribe. Phoenix Valley and AniWaya had a sort of friendly treaty and she felt comfortable approach the group of strangers.
The cream colored girl, aged just shy of a year, looked upon the cinnamon colored AniWayan male and the younger wolves with him. She introduced herself as she approached at a careful, polite distance. "Hello! My name is Arye, from Phoenix Valley. Are you from AniWaya?"
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