Cedar Sweep If it's true

Oh no! I hate when that happens! Your post was lovely regardless!

Something about his raucous laughter nearly made Oryx turn and bolt. He certainly flaunted his comfort, and she wasn't at first if she heard malice rippling amongst the percussive gusts of laughter, or if this was simply how his voice sounded. He had little to no restraint, she thought. A wolf of that size had likely lived a life without having to be considerate and meek just to make sure he'd survive any conflict that broke out; he flaunted a sort of power and authority that she imagined was challenged very little. 

But still, she had been correct about having tracked Arlette and her eyes shone a bit. She felt ashamed of herself for having run off from Easthollow but...That day, with the ambush...She remembered nothing specific. No faces, no scents- otherwise she should have remembered the male before her, with his distinctive build and markings. All she could remember was running away snd doing ber best to block it all out. 

And yet her memory of the kind young woman persisted. She had done what she could for the young woman, who had grieved the loss of both her young love and her young children. She wondered, now, how Arlette had managed to end up here, so far from Easthollow.

"Is she alright?" She asked, her voice lightly pained. Time had passed since she had seen Arlette last but her final memories of the woman were incredibly painful. "I was not searching for her, I simply found her scent, and then you came," She confessed. She did not want him to think that she wanted to trespass in order to see her friend again.