Hideaway Strath Oh, Fortune

Arlette was busying herself in gathering lavender. She knew it had a calming effect. She loved the lavender fields in their territory. She loved to stroll between them and sniff them. It had a calming effect on her too. The pale female started to pluck some of the bushes from the earth, wanting to gather some for her own birth and that of Simmik. Arlette herself still had two weeks to go. But she liked that her sides were rounding and that it was clear she was carrying.

The female looked up when she heard a timid bark. Her eyes scanned for the wolf that made that sound. Her eyes then settled on someone she never expected to see again. Arlette frowned almost like she was hallucinating. She stepped closer, and realized that Oryx was definitely real, and standing before her, standing in the Saints territory. Was she a trespasser?! Would Don even allow her in, or did she decide to join the Saints as well.

Arlette's upper lip wiggled, not yet baring her teeth. Clearly she wasn't very pleased to she the dark petite female. She lifted her tail a bit. "What are you doing here?" she questioned.