Hideaway Strath come not between the dragon, and her wrath.

BALL OF FLUFF AND LIGHT INCOMING

Arlette almost could sense the sad and conflicted vibes radiating for miles. It was like a blood trail she could sniff out sometimes. The pale female went to look where that sadness came from. She knew it herself, that deep, dark, and endless desperation. It didn't take long for her so see Leigh. She wondered what happened. She looked downcast and in thought.

Her body wasn't in pristine shape either. The pale female trotted up to her, tail wagging softly. She wasn't sure if the female wanted her to look over her wounds. Perhaps now she wanted support and comfort. Arlette had seen the female in by passing since they lived in the same pack, however, she wouldn't just come up to her and give her a big snuggle.

She just trotted up close and then went to sit by her. She didn't speak, because her motto was always, if someone wanted to talk about it they would start the conversation. Arlette would just sit with her trying to send her positive vibes.