Swiftcurrent Creek And i just want to be alone

It didn't go unnoticed to the Neta that Arlettes scent was growing more prominent in the pack lands. Especially nesr the water edges. This caused him both amusement and pride. He had helped her learn and that was worth it all.

He heard his name and black ears pinned and then swiveled. Blue eyes fell upon Arlette, who he'd been walking right past without a care. So lost in his own thoughts. He tried to stay removed from drama, but it was really starting to affect the pack and now him.

A small smile. Heya Arlette.