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Cygnet roamed a bit closer as they moved when she noticed the way Arlette's fur shifted, revealing gaps here and there where scar tissue gleamed pale grey. Most wolves had a few, but Arlette seemed to have a lot of them. Cygnet admired the way it made her pelt look as though it waved and rippled as the woman moved, not concerned at all with how those scars had come to happen. Arlette had survived- and Cygnet noticed only the beauty that those wounds had left in their wake. 

She approached the water's edge and looked down to see her own face reflected back at her. She liked the look of the faint, pinkish red hue of her chest. Arlette stepped in to drink, and Cygnet hovered her muzzle above the surface for a moment, before she abruptly dunked her muzzle in, past her nostriles, and began to exhale so that bubbles erupted from the waters all around her face.