Swiftcurrent Creek Darkness

Arlette was quick to notice someone outside her den. She perked up her head and then smelled probably one of her favorite wolves in the pack. She pulled herself from the den and saw him there. The female's tail wagged and quirked up her lips. "Hi," she smiled at him. Her bubble of loneliness momentarily vanish en push down. She greeted him with a quick nuzzle, before realizing the weasel was there. "Oh, thank you," she breathed and then offered him a smile.

"It is so good to see you," she breathed. She had felt rather alone and just in her own bubble. The territory felt empty, while the pack never had been big... now it just felt... well, barren.