Duck Lake To the ship, matey!

The male was almost like a living shadow. It was like the light was absorbed by his coat. The female watched at it curiously, with those yellow orbs looking at her. He seemed friendly by the tail wag, so Arlette relaxed a little. She sniffed and noticed that he didn't smell of a pack she knew. She was pretty sure he wasn't a local here. "I'm Arlette. Nice to meet you," she offered.

"You aren't from around here, I assume?," she curiously asked him. She had noticed that he took in her scars. She was better with that now, she didn't feel like hiding anymore, they were part of her, and frankly she was forgetting she had them. The skin didn't pull so much anymore.