Swiftcurrent Creek At the ballet

Arlette looked at the child and then sat down. She got the confirmation pretty soon afterwards when she chuffed and nodded at her. So the girl thought she was his. "Thank you for telling me," she returned to the child. "However, I am my own wolf own person. I am not yours to claim like a piece of meat or your favorite toy," Arlette explained without venom or anger in her tone.

"I like Arric. I know you don't like that but I do. I like both of you and you cannot keep me from Arric just because you don't like him," she tried to explain. "I am not saying that you should like him. But just so you know, I won't stop seeing Arric. He is a packmate and -- A good friend to me," she spoke. She decided to not touch romantic interest yet, perhaps later but now, a good friend would work. "I know sharing his difficult but just know that I care for you, like you care for me? I know you want to protect me from Arric but he is our packmate. I'd rather you protect me from strangers like you want to protect me from Arric," she tried to redirect. "Arric is family. Swiftcurrent is family."