Fox's Glade take it slow

Arlette watched the young male as he started to sputter, followed by a shout of realization. Arlette's previously flattened hackles flared up once more at the increased sound. It flattened slightly when the young male started to stammer again while swinging upright. Arlette went to open her mouth to speak when the young male hit his head against a snowy branch. This caused the cold snow to wash over him. He didn't seem like a bad guy from what she had seen now. Arlette's anger melted at the sigh of it. Especially the little yell was what made the anger melt even quicker.

Their eyes locked for a moment before Arlette looked away and giggled softly. Leta in the meanwhile was assuring that this male was good, to even go as far as to question the male that his intentions are good. She was so naive and innocent in that aspect. Because if he had ill intentions he would never admit to it. Still, Arlette had a good sense of judgement and decided that the young male wasn't entirely bad. She wondered how the two had tumbled together. She had to smile again when Leta even called him clumsy. "Very clumsy," Arlette agreed. "Lets find out if he is nice," she spoke to her sister, while glancing at the male. She could feel a flush over her cheeks, luckily the fur helped her with that. She never really had met a boy her age that was not related to her. Unless, he was another sibling she didn't know about and her mother had yet to reveal.

She waited for the male to respond to Leta before giving him a more curious check. It didn't seem he was in a pack, he didn't smell of one she knew. "What is your name?," she asked. "And did you have a reason to be close to our pack borders?," she added curiously. Maybe he did know about them or knew someone in their pack.