Hideaway Strath Getting old sucks

Arlette could tell that his body had adjusted. It was good to see, interesting to see. It was also interesting to learn more about how he gotten his injury. It was because of another wolf. She was a little stunned by the motivation of the attack. She knew some females didn't tolerate other pups but this sounded extreme. "M-Malachi?," she seemed to think of that name. It sounded familiar but she couldn't place it.

"The name sounds familiar," she admitted. "I cannot remember the face or where from. Maybe it is another," but she doubted it with her family being connected to Adlartok. Where did she know that name from? "It is terrible she did that to you." She wished the male wouldn't think like that, think that he didn't have a place in this world. But accepting an injury was hard. She remembered how down she felt when she realized how scarred her faced was.

"I know the feeling," she admitted with a soft sigh. "When my first mate died protecting me. I also delivered all my pups-- stillborn." It was still hard to think about. "While also dealing with the wounds that now have become scars. I also wished that the cougar had finished their job, as I felt there was nothing more to live for," she spoke quietly.

"But then I met Derg, and the Saints. They became family to me. A home that accepted me. And while I then lost another mate, now I feel glad that I lived that day. Because I met others that made me feel happy again, feel loved." That was worth something to her. Hence why she would always stay loyal to the Saints, or well, Fury mostly.