Stone Circle mourning dove

Arlette's ears swiveled forward when the youngster spoke. She slowly nodded. "I'm coping," she admitted to the other. If she said that she was fine that would have been a lie. The female stepped closer, he did smell of other wolves here in Easthollow. Mainly Polaris, it seemed. It was clear that he was part of the pack. "Are you okay?," she asked in return, he seemed to have some discomfort as well.

The female nodded softly, though quickly stilled her head when that movement hurt her wounds. "I'm Arlette, nice to meet you Alsek," she greeted in return. She was glad that he wasn't too startled by her looks. It made her forget for a bit that she was so heavily scarred now. The female was surprised at the question and opened her mouth to speak but stopped herself. "A trampled flower," she then returned softly.