Hideaway Strath Do I speak my truth or do I filter to how I feel?

Her concern seemed so pure and...refreshing.
 The rest of the Saints just hummed and nodded. It was always just another day. But, for Arlette, the only time she's truly had pain was likely when she got her scars.

"I fight better now than when I got this." He lifted a paw to gesture to his face - and the gruesomely mangled skin.
At least she agreed to help.

Derg chuckled softly, tail wagging. He doubted she'd heard many speak like that, but to be told to do so herself, perhaps out of the question. He smiled softly, "I like to hunt, but my time is taken up by talking to Kynareth and trips to other packs and such. We should go soon, visit that Kingslend to the west."
Showing her other cultures and packs would be good for Arlette.
"Of course, you're now a new priority." He certainly would aid her every call and plea.