Fox's Glade Lights down low

@Derg

As she sat by Kaito's grave, Arlette wondered how much hardship a wolf could endure before one would break down. She had waited for death after that cougar attack. Her wounds - although severe - had not killed her. She had been left behind while her mate and pups had been taken from her. It was a pain that still raged inside of her. But then to add more deaths on top of that felt just like life was far too cruel. Her aunt, her younger brother, and - even though she wasn't sure Oryx died - she was pretty sure that was the outcome of her friend. She didn't seem the type to abandon her.

The strange thing was that even though the deaths had fueled the pain inside of her, there was less anger than before. Perhaps the reason was that she was feeling so much that it all felt numb. She didn't understand how Clay was taken at such a young age. In these moments, it did her well to be outside of Easthollow borders, away from her family where she was starting to feel less at home. She felt disconnected from them. Arlette perhaps should just pack her bags and leave. To find Oryx or just to find herself again. However, as she looked down in the stream she saw a reflection of what stopped her. How would anyone not be afraid of her with one side of her face mauled the way it was?

She felt unloved and alone.