Swiftcurrent Creek And i just want to be alone

Arlette nodded. She had been a mother, but she had done most of it alone. She was lucky that all three survived. At least, she didn't know about Thyme. She knew that Turmeric and Mulberry where at least alive. Though, she hadn't felt like the best mother. They had been raised in tumultuous times. She could understand Arric. "I hope so too," she spoke. She hadn't bonded as much to Akavir's pups, but that because she was new and didn't feel that her rank was high enough to help with the pups. "Would you want your own?," she asked. She found it admirable how Arric cared for other's pups. It was not often that males did that.

"I didn't know that," she admitted. She had heard Moss' story about the witch but not how she met Akavir or helped him. Arlette nodded in understanding. She felt the same. Her death was a surprise, as was her pregnancy. But Arlette's had always been eager to help out a packmate. Hence why she took the care of Cygnet under her wing.

The woman paused her steps briefly. She then continued with a nod. "My condolences," she spoke, it might be a long time ago, but still. "I agree. I think I've learned more on my own than under my mother's wing. It was stressful but leaving that comfort was tough," she admitted. "I never knew my dad, but I sort of had a surrogate in my mother's next mate. They both passed now," she explained. It made her feel old. Arlette smiled softly at Arric. "That is some good wisdom," she chuckled. 'Well, if you want to learn new things I could teach you about plants and healing," she offered.