Hideaway Strath Every Rose Has Thorns

"Arlette?" Nyra responded in surprise, tail wagging some as the scarred palefur approached. Meeting the female with a warm yet brief shoulder embrace, the Harbinger receded a few steps after a moment.
"I wasn't aware you had joined us! I've been so busy lately." Nyra chuckled some, her usually coldly burning gaze a welcoming hearth flame. 
Perhaps she liked Arlette, despite only meeting her once before.
Fuck it, she saw Arlette in the light of a sister and would kill, or help kill - anyone who wished her harm. 
"How are you? Have you settled in alright?"