Hideaway Strath Please don't go.

Arlette blinked when Derg spoke of leaving. But. She didn't want to leave. She felt at home with the Saints and she loved the territory. She had made friends and her children grew up here safely. Her red eyes frowned slightly. Derg also made the conclusion that running wasn't an option. "I don't want to leave," she returned when he was done speaking. She sniffed the hare and smiled. "Thank you, dear," she spoke then and kissed him on his cheek.

She sat down and looked at Derg. "I was thinking, why can't you say behind to watch over the part of the pack that stays," she offered to him. A threat of hope laced her voice. Arlette looked over her mate, her perfect man. "Losing you, of course," she commented. "What if you don't come back? I won't be there to heal you... Or maybe something else goes wrong. I can't lose you too," she ended with light panic. He knew how she already lost her mate to a cougar. How would she ever survive losing Derg? She wouldn't.