Fox's Glade Lights down low

Arlette looked up when she heard a chuff. She noticed there was a male before her. Not someone that she had seen before. She was surprised that his face was much like hers. She had never seen someone that had as much scaring as her, perhaps even more. She quickly pushed herself to her feet. She felt a bit caught. No one really followed her when she went to mourn.

She tried to hide the one side of her face a bit. "I.. My mate died and some times it is... tough," she admitted to this total stranger. She took in a shaky sigh and then looked at the male. "I'm sorry," Arlette spoke and shook her head. She looked a bit guilty at the male. She felt a bit stupid, just blabbing her own troubles, like the male would care.