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Arlette nodded. "Perhaps you are right. I just... I want the help the pack in the way I can," she spoke. "I don't want to force my opinion on the leaders. That is not how I am I suppose," she admitted to him with a kind smile. Perhaps she wasn't really the type of wolf that would normally join the saints but she felt at home here, and loved. They had never judged her for being too kind, and they seemed to trust her with their children so that was only good. Perhaps she was seeing things more grimly than they were.