Stone Circle We were right 'til we weren't

Arlette was soon greeted by a male after she howled. He carried an agouti pelt and carried himself like the one that was leading the pack. There was no spark of recognition from him or within herself. He was a stranger. But that didn't mean they might not be familiar with Easthollow. Arlette licked his lips.

"Hello," she greeted back in common. She noticed a pale female too, standing behind the male. Arlette dipped her head in greeting to the female. She kept her head lower, out of respect. The man wasn't very forward with his name so it was clear she had to do the talking. "Is this Easthollow still?," she asked, her tone hopeful.