Swiftcurrent Creek People writing songs that voices never shared

Arlette watched as another black male joined. She noticed right away he carried himself differently. The way he also was worried for the pup confirmed to her that this was their pack leader, Akavir. She dipped her head politely to him as he came past. Though she doubted she was really noticed.

She watched the interaction of the three. The pup that looked a little uncomfortable, and the worried dad that seemed to want to inspect the pup in Arric's jaws. Arric put her down between his paws, as he went to lie down. Smart. She liked it. Arlette's brows raised at the language the male used though. That was rather surprising. Arlette listened to the story. Ah, excitable pups, they would get themselves in trouble. "Of course," Arlette spoke.

The woman stepped closer, but not without a glance if she had approval from the father. She knew how parents could be around her injured young. If she was injured. Arlette moved in closer. "Hi there. I'm Arlette. Do you feel any different from before you hit your head?," she asked. "Maybe an ouch, or funny?"