Stone Circle I know I cannot heal the hurt

Arlette turned from him with baited breath and the flutter of her lashes, a movement so well tuned to sorrow that his heart clenched from distraught. "My dove," he began, voice soft as possible in an attempt to get the girl to look at him.

"My dove," he repeated, moving a paw over to lightly touch her front leg. "I don't think it has either, but please look at me." The man was sympathetic towards his daughter, her scarred face and distressed fur was hard to miss and while he may have known the reason he preferred for Arlette to tell him herself.

"I want you to happy, to be strong and get trough this— you are an apaata, a daughter of your mother." Valette was always fierce and strong willed, a true fighter, and some part of Greyback hoped it had traveled to her daughter.