Hideaway Strath What if what you do to survive

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Oh Artok. You're probably gonna get a pretty emotional response out of him, but I'm not sure which way it will go :D <3 

Adlartok had smelled some new wolves throughout the hold. He had briefly met the newer young medic, dropped off some cobwebs for her, but then he had been on his way. His visit with her was an uneasy one, it reminded him of his own infirmary. For the rest of those that were here. He stayed away from them, on purpose. If he ran into them he supposed he would speak. Miss. Scarlett used to wonder at his outskirt wandering, but she had still loved him anyway. The one wolf who had loved him simply for him.

Artok heard a chuff and he turned, but before he could get a word in edgewise his heart rate kicked up a notch and he actually stumbled. He stared at her, ears to his skull. He closed his eyes and looked again. Shook his head all around, his chest hurt, his stomach hurt, his breathing grew erratic. He had to take a step back.

Holy fucking shit. He murmured.

She looked exactly like Miss. Scarlett, except she was clearly younger. He had to sit down, so sit down he did. He kept staring, he opened his mouth to speak and all that came out was more unintelligible drivel. Her voice rang out, kind and soft and warm, her eyes kind as well. She looked so much like fucking Miss. Scarlett it made his heart hurt. Finally, he gritted his teeth and spoke his voice clear as it always was, but none of it dripping with it's usually condescencion.

Hello. I apologize. You look like someone I knew once upon a time. I'm Adlartok Arrluk.