Duck Lake Fearsome fishes

Arlette returned the smile when she was greeted with one. Her tail started to wag a little faster and was glad for the friendly interaction. "I'm glad, can I help perhaps?," she offered right away, coming up to the water line.

She couldn't help but sniff the female. She recognized her scent of that from Kvarsheim. A pack she had been visiting as well, since her son lived there. She hadn't seen much of him at Swiftcurrent. But she figured he was far too busy with his own life. As he should.

"I'm Arlette," she introduced. Her scent would probably tell her that she was from Swiftcurrent.