Hideaway Strath I wonder

<3

Arlette once again was reminded that the Saints might not be as she thought they were. "I cannot understand why we as the saints would be misunderstood," she admitted. Then again, she had been quite oblivious to it all. She didn't know about the murder and kidnapping. She thought the Saints were a nice pack. A friendly pack like how her previous pack was. "Better than to have it the other way around, though. I'd rather have strangers frown upon us than packmembers to each other."

Arlette had to chuckle at those words she said. "I think you are right. I will be a master no time," she hummed. She then paused and laughed. "Perhaps I know the stigma now. Because I just grew excited from learning from other people's traumas. Maybe most wolves find that weird."