Hideaway Strath What if what you do to survive

I've been waiting for this...

Arlette was familiar with the territory. She had lived in the Strath for a long time, she had given birth to her family here. But it was different with all the other wolves, and without the memories of past wolves. Still, she was determined to get to know the wolves that joined the Saints while she had been away. The female was not really out to meet all the members, but more see who she would run into while going through the territory.

The albino made her way through the forest out in the open of the clearing. Where she saw a male she had not seen yet. He looked older than the average wolf. It made her more interested. With age came knowledge. He looked also pretty battered. Arlette let out a chuff, trotting towards him with a friendly wag of her tail. She was the reincarnated version of her grandmother, save for all the scars that littered one side of her face. She was not embarrassed about them anymore.

"Hello," she greeted with a warm smile, as she approached. Her body showed that her life hadn't been easy, still her red eyes were warm and welcoming instead of cold. "We haven't met yet."