Hideaway Strath What if what you do to survive

Arlette realized she really liked Adlartok's answers and the way he was thinking. While he might not have liked her grandfather. There was little he could have done about it, or what he could do about it now. Plus he also left, so that was something that really struck with her. He wasn't hypocritical.

"My mother wasn't like my grandmother," she maybe spoke too quickly. "My mother had to lead Easthollow from before she was two years old, already losing her first love. My mother... She was strong. Always there for her pack. She did help a lot of others and was a Matriarch for many," she agreed. "My mother was not all sweet though. She spoke of grandma as too soft at times, too soft." She wasn't sure if Adlartok would agree to that.

"As for me. I guess I have that caring side too, perhaps also more timid than my mother. Getting my scars didn't help," she admitted. "The saints taught me they are to be admired." Arlette let out a soft shrug. "More happened to me over the years. I've learned that live goes on." She wouldn't think of this man as an asshole warrior now. She knew she was probably worried about him if a row broke out. She guess that she would never get over that. She would worry about Fury too. "Do you know who in particular?"