Hideaway Strath Had no time to choose

Arlette recognized the description of rose hips, the other she wasn't familiar with. But perhaps Maiken could find it and show it to her. Arlette dipped her head to show that she recognized the rose hips. "Show me when you found the lace ones," she hummed. She was curious about those.

Then Maiken started to explain about her family and where she came from. Her eyebrows raised and then furred. She had never heard about that. She was glad Maiken wasn't like that. "That is quite something to believe in," she spoke. "Sometimes color can't be chosen. My grandma was my coloring, but had none of the pups with her and mine coloring. However, when my mother had children there was someone like me. All the wolves in my family are dark or grey in color," she explained. It would have been very bad for her if she was born in such a family. She might not have lived.

"I'm glad you found us then," she smiled. "Thank you for telling me. Here we also don't look at fur color at all."