Hideaway Strath What if what you do to survive

Arlette looked at Adlartok. She felt a little called out, not because of his words, but more in realizing that she was perhaps a lot more like her grandmother than she thought. "Kindness is free," she returned, that was something she had adopted over the years. She didn't say it too loudly, as being part of the Saints that wasn't the pack's philosophy. What a contradictory. It was a little silly.

"Let's do that. In the meanwhile, what were you planning on doing? Maybe I could help?" she spoke. Before she would exclude hunting from her skillset, but being on her own it had forced her into becoming one. She had had grudgingly remembered all her mother's lessons and had found some truth in them. Arlette also realized she would never be the fierce bison hunter her mother had been.