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

Arlette studied his scars for a moment. He spoke that he fought better now he had the scars than before. She wondered why? Because he knew the pain? Because he knew how to defend it. She curiously tipped her head. "Why is that?," she asked then. She didn't even see his scars. Even with the scars he was very handsome to her. A way of strength, that he had survived. So weird that she didn't think the same about her own scars.

"I like that! Maybe I can be an ambassador for the pack, or something!," she offered. Clearly clueless that she was the complete opposite of what they wanted for this pack. "I like going with you," she admitted and wagged her tail. Her head tipped cutely. Though she wasn't complaining because she wouldn't mind Derg's first priority. "As long as you don't get in trouble," she commented.