Hideaway Strath I wonder why I'm so afraid

Arlette had scented a familiar scent in the Saints. One she couldn't place. Someone from her past, it had to be. So the female, curious by nature, went to follow the scent. She wondered where she knew it from. It was one of those things that were at the tip of her tongue but she couldn't place it. It had been a while since she last scented it. The female was quick to find a stronger spot and continued, pondering.

The female then spotted a brown-colored male. She gave him a good look and then had her heart skip a beat. Shit. Charles?! What was he doing here? Had Easthollow found her here? Oh no. "@Charles?," she called out and then stepped closer, her tail a bit stiff. She looked a bit worried, not for her family's sake but for her own. The last thing she wanted was to be found.