Stone Circle mourning dove

It had been tough after burying her loved ones. But it made way for her to start taking care of herself again. She had tried to clean her wounds as good as possible. When she couldn't reach a spot she would ask for help. She had cleaned herself too, not walking around like some dead corpse herself. Her fur was white once more, but the wounds on her one side were still raw and open. They were especially deep on her neck and shoulder.

The girl usually was awake at night since during the day she didn't really want to run into many other wolves. She didn't need to hear how brave they thought she was. She hadn't been brave at all. As she was wandering - slowly walking really - to keep good blood flow and have her shoulder not be permanently stiff, she saw a young wolf. She frowned, who was this? She woofed softly to let the other know she was there.

Arlette was not used to her new look yet, so the one where her neck was scarred on one side, from her neck to her shoulder. Deep marks by her throat and her face littered with small scatches. That along with her ghostly pale fur and red eyes, probably have an eery sight at night.