It was ironic that, once again, Arya found herself needing help on the doorstep of the Ark. It hadn't been terribly long ago that she had found herself bruised and getting rescued by the stoic leader of the pack that resided within the metal confines of the ship. Tetradore had been kind enough to invite her in and tend to her injuries, even host her for awhile despite her unintentional blunder in using her power against him. And his friend Matteo had lifted her spirits and fed her the most delicious meal she had ever had in, well truthfully, god knows how long. In all the night had ended quite nicely despite its rough beginning. And then once more she had bumped into Tetradore while attempting to help a lone child. And then she got wrapped up in work once more and had never found the time to repay him or the fae for their kindness towards her. Arya wasn't about to get her opportunity either, bleeding on the docks and calling out in hopes the Were alpha would either hear him or someone else from his pack would wander down. She'd just have to repay him another time.

Her guttural roar echoed throughout the harbor, reverberating off the metal of the ships that were docked close by. It was always a shock to hear just what a harbor seal sounded like, since they were known for being a quiet species. Arya hated the noise, had always made a mental note to never make it unless she absolutely needed to; like in an emergency situation such as this. She called on and on until she was satisfied that someone HAD to have heard her, coupled with the fact she couldn't force herself anymore do to the pain that shot through her with each intake and release of breath. Her front flipper was also still bleeding from where the divers knife had cut her, her Were's natural ability to heal having always been slow compared to others. Amber eyes closed as exhaustion started to take over. It had been a very, very long swim to get here and she was beginning to slowly feel the effects of blood loss on her body. She sighed, maybe just a short nap wouldn't be so bad until someone found her.

Her parents would surely kill her if they ever found out the situations she had been finding herself in lately and the stress she had been enduring these last several months. Of course they loved her, and she loved them, but they had always been...overbearing. As their only child, they were overprotective at all times and always trying to dictate her life decisions and push her to take over the family business. Arya had grown annoyed of their constant nagging and stubborn pushing. A small rift had been created ever since the young Were had left her home and traveled all the way to the city to pursue her passion; one that had yet to be mended. God knows what they would say if she ever told them the truth about how stressful her job could be, how much they would try and force her to come back after hearing her breaking up fights and getting speared by divers. Yet despite all this, she loved her job and loved her life and she was content to stay right where she was.

She hadn't realized she had started to drift off until she heard a voice close to her. She jumped and let out a startled snort sound, amber eyes opening as she saw a figure now crouched in front of her. She blinked at him for a moment until she recognized a familiar face: Tetradore. She bit back the pain to scoot a little closer to rest her head gently on his knee. Arya had no idea he didn't recognize her in her round, blubbery form. "It's been a long day. Sorry to end up at your door needing help again,"she said, her voice holding a hint of humor in it about the mess she had found herself in once again. She watched as his gorgeous green eyes inspected the spear stuck deep in her side, his words filling her with dread as the reality of just how much this was going to hurt getting pulled out sunk in. "Please take this horrible thing out of me, it hurts...alot, she pleaded, making a low groaning vocalization to emphasize the discomfort she was currently in.