Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Whrist should have realized that dredging up the story would drag up awful memories, she had not realized that the Arlette had not taken on the beast alone, though in retrospect if she had been alone she’d not be here today.

The mention of a mate made Whrist feel more like a cow then ever before; one didn’t mention mate unless there were pups involved. It was only now the Whrist got control of her arsehat tongue and firmly clamped down on it, if she didn’t mention any pups there mayn’t have been any. She doubted it though

Whrist nodded understandingly and looked to the horizon as it began to darken, though night was a long time off yet. Night was Whrist’s time to shine where she felt most safe. She almost wanted to give this wolf her story but then this one seemed fragile in a way and would likely hate Whrist for it especially the driving force behind it. So she left her past there, in the past. What was it about this wolf that made she want to talk.

To change the subject she decided to show Arlette something she had stolen along her travels. “I have something I can show you” Whrist offered, looking toward the treetops She gave three deep yips, The branches began to twitch as if a breeze hit them though there was no wind.