Cedar Sweep I wonder what it's like to be my friends

The lite form of Arlette walked gracefully towards one plant to the other. Though it seemed most interesting around here was the moss on the base of the trees. She lifted her head when she heard a sound nearby. Her blood red eyes locked onto the grey male. She froze for a moment but then her tail unlocked and started to move into a gentle wag.

She lifted her head at normal height, after all the Saints told her to be proud of her scars. She also should stand up for herself more. This male scented of a pack, other wolves. But she had no clue with one as she was not familiar with these surroundings. "Good day," she greeted and stepped closer. She was unaware that her friendliness didn't match at all with the scent she carried. But to Arlette the Saints were a friendly bunch of wolves. "Is your pack nearby these lands?," she asked curiously.