Jade Fern Grove That's why you're you, and the same goes for me as well

Heck yes you can!

Arbiter couldn't say she felt bad about any of her life. The only failings she could find were ones that were the fault of other wolves, not hers. She couldn't control the world, even though she might want to. What was easier was just coming to terms with the fact that most individuals out there were lacking in certain things that in the end made them unreliable.

She'd been out hunting (and investigating, two different things) and now headed home with half a hare and the information she'd gained. Nearing the territory, she smelled a scent that was one of those people. Hm. He was one that at this point she'd entirely written off -- stand her up twice, after all, and suddenly Arbiter wasn't very interested in spending too much effort finding out what happened to them. Corvus.

However, she was curious. Curiosity was a good thing and a bad thing, and really it all depended on him what it would be. Winding her way towards him, it didn't take long before she spotted the black man.  She strode towards him with usual confidence, her usual critical stare as she noted what may have changed. He was thin, but that was something not unfamiliar to her given what had happened over recent months -- she wasn't as burly as she had been in the past, but going from tank to more normal size wasn't as ridiculous. Things were getting better here, after all. She dropped what remained of the hare at her feet, You missed another spar. Yeah, that's Arbiter's way of asking what's up or something.