Overture Downs I can hold my own hand

Arlette dipped her head in greeting when he confirmed he was a lone traveler as well. "Well met," she returned. This wolf seemed to have quite a heavy accent. Arlette's ears twitched for a moment in effort to understand him better. "Oh, a nomad," she returned. He seemed like he could take care of himself.

"Hi Shea. I'm Arlette," she introduced. "Traveling back..." She paused. Traveling back home? It hadn't been her home. Not anymore. But she was back in Teekon after the goodbye of Fury. It had hit her hard, to loose another. To have her family fall apart. "Well, to see what is left of what I know," she admitted to him, perhaps a little more quietly.

Arlette usually went with honesty. It worked best for her. "Do you travel with a purpose or do you just wander and see where you end up?," she asked curiously. As a homebody herself, lately she had traveled the most she ever had.