Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Whrist sighed softly, “honestly I have not met many of the others” She sat behind the wolfess feeling at ease with this one. Something she did not feel with many others very often. As Arlette looked away Whrist whispered… “I like your scars” Whirst then offered, “It shows you survived, beat the odds.” Her tail swayed softly across the ground “Could you tell me about it, what happened?” She honestly wanted to learn more about this wolf beside her. Which was more then she could say about most of the wolves she had met in the teekon wilds thus far.