Falls of the Hinterlands Hope that they don't think I'll forget about them

Arlette quirked up her lips into a soft smile. "I see, I never got to ask you but was there someone named Keen in Rusalka?," she dared to ask. "Are you starting your own? That sounds great." Arlette dipped her head and flushed a bit. "Yes. I have. You were the one that showed me a different perspective and I found more that shared that. I don't feel like I did before."

"I'm with a pack called 'The saints of the Dying Light'," she chuckled. "I just call them the saints. They have been really good to me," she smiled softly. She was mostly thinking of Derg but also about all the other pack members she met and who had been giving her so much confidence really. "What will your pack be called? Do you know where you will settle?"