For: @gracexiong When: After the Festival
It was the long standing peace between the Warwick Pack and Witches that had Aaren reaching out. A way to preserve said peace in a time where it seemed everything was working against it, ready to shake it, break it. The attack on the festival had left a sour taste on their tongue that wouldn't leave, a prickling feeling beneath her skin at the thought of that many witches missing. Aaren had always respected witches, their strength and power, and the relationship between them and werewolves was one she was determined to preserve.
There's a smile on her lips when she sees the other. An almost rare gesture in her stoic face unless her wife is around. "Glad to see you well... after what happened." She pauses, thinking her words over to not bring any more sorrow to the other. "I'm sorry we couldn't do anything to stop them." A reality that has her blood burning hotter inside her. The hunters keep getting the jump on them, and that can't be good.
