Hideaway Strath Getting old sucks

He tilted his head. As she tried to place a name. He probably found Miss. Scarlett or her family again. He knew both Miss. Scarlett and Kove. As well as others. He was a good wolf, for the most part. He spoke grudgingly.

However, he couldn't accept things at face value. Preferring to always think the best of others. Which in most cases is fine, until they prove you wrong as Tuwawi did. He refused to believe that she would do such a thing, until she attacked him. Then he allowed the pack to chase out Miss. Scarlett with their words and their actions.

He growled lowly, but only to voice his displeasure. Though as always with Artok it was vehement and dangerous.


Artok listened closely and though he was admittedly not easy to get along with and usually empathy left him, he did feel a small twinge of regret for what she went through and a small ember of pride for the male protected her.

I am sorry that you lost him, but I'm glad he was able to protect you mostly. As for the pups. I don't have a fatherly bone in my body, but I am sorry you lost them.

Artok studied her, looked over her face with their scars and with a gentleness unusual for him, he bumped her in the shoulder and in the head.

Scars give you character and you're still as pretty as the day is long. I'm glad you found a family.

He backed up and dipped his muzzle a small smile on his face.