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Arlette leaned into hug. She was so glad that her idea was liked. Arlette instantly agreed. "If you want my help then let me know," she spoke happily. It makes sense for a wise old man to be an oak tree. She would love to see it grow, though it probably won't turn as big as she wouldn't live as long as a tree. "You are welcome,' she smiled softly.

Arlette let out a soft sigh of relief. She didn't know that it was holding. "Uh... yes. Well I hope to," she admitted. "Arric and I... we've grown pretty close. And if I go into heat this year I wouldn't mind having children," she admitted. "Not sure if I will though, since I last year I didn't, but that was probably because I was on my own."