Hideaway Strath What if what you do to survive

Me too. :)

Artok felt like an ass, especially as he looked again and realized the girl had scars on his face, much like he did. Though hers looked bigger, more severe. He wondered at them for a mere moment, but then he began to spiral again. He couldn't quite get over her similarities to Miss. Scarlett.

She looked away shy, and he amost ghosted foward to touch, to soothe, as he would have done, for Miss. Scarlett, but he had to stop. He had not touched a wolf to comfort them, since Miss. Scarlett. He had to force himself to stay still. Then she said her name, and his heart began to beat hard again. He stared upwards and wondered if Miss. Scarlett was doing this. He had met Taqtuk, and now this wolf that looked so much like her. He couldn't breathe.

Her next words turned his insides to ice and he gave a small, whine. So she was from Miss. Scarlett.

I don't know your uncle Xan I don't believe, unless his given name was Alexander, but I knew your grandmother. She saved me, and raised me.

He motioned to the ruined leg of his, and pointed to the scars on his nose, the scars in his back. She put me back together again, and nursed me back to health. She never wavered. She was the best wolfess I have ever met. And she had been, and he missed her. Of anyone else in the world, he missed her.

His own eyes went distant. I was living there when she birthed the four younglings. Alexander, Desna, Nanook and Sesi, but i left soon after that.