Aria had woken slightly when she heard the howling but when it quieted down she fell back into a sleep. The night continued to draw on with her blissfully unaware of the fact he had "protected" her from wolves that in honesty had come to protect her from him. What a strange triangle was forming with her at the tip of it. Both sides seeking to protect her from the other. What a great misunderstanding had occured while she slept away. She continued to sleep. For some reason her new friend haunted her sleep. Not literally haunted but he played a key role in the dreams she had. It was strange but it was what it was.<br/><br/>The next morning came all too quickly to her. She woke at a quarter after when dawn started. Getting her clothes for the day. A cute top that tied in the back and wrapped around her shoulders but revealed a small amount of her back. The top tie also behind her shoulders. Not an easy shirt to put on if you weren't coordinated and flexible but luckily she was. She also had a pair of jeans that hugged her hips. All together it was a cute outfit with the black tennis shoes she wored to go with the navy blue top and blue jeans. Taking her shower she dried her hair. Putting it up in a french braid again that fell over her shoulders after she dressed. It was a cute style in her opinion. Slipping into her tennis shoes she looked at herself in the mirror. Nodding mentally in approval.<br/><br/>Going to the kitchen and made some french toast. Eating it and grabbed her backpack taking out the book she hadn't used which made it a bit lighter. Still it was quite heavy for a girl with her frame. She wondered if Will would really be there when she got outside. The sun had risen over the horizon yet it was still too early for school. She grabbed her sketchbook and pencil kit from her pack. She sat on the front porch and began to draw. Creating an image of Will and her in their friendship. Adding in the surroundings that had spawned said friendship...the area around her house. She kept drawing as she made a realistic replica of the start of her new friendship in her sketchbook. Continuing to shade as she doodled. Least she called it doodling. Others would call it artwork.