Hideaway Strath What you give

Arlette looked at Derg and noticed that he tipped his head. She was probably confusing him with her reluctance to fight. It was mostly because she didn't want to hurt him. The male seemed to switch in disposition though. It made her a bit surprised as well. Arlette appreciated that he could adjust to her level. "You don't need to be sorry," she commented. She wanted to do well, so she just hoped he didn't think bad of her now. "I should be." She added.

She watched him and nodded. Her ears fell back as she thought of the cougar that indeed went for her neck like she was some piece of prey. She copied him, feeling the scar tissue on her throat be compressed. Fur had still not grown back where the cougar had held its grip on her neck. She was starting to feel sick, thinking about that moment. She pressed her chin down lower, reminding herself that she had not been protecting herself, recklessly throwing herself in the fight. She-- She just wished she knew before.

She looked at Derg quietly and nodded, that she understood. 'The cougar grabbed me by my throat until my aunt--" she stopped, her aunt saved her and got killed instead of her.