Hideaway Strath I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

Arlette frowned at what the female said. "Curious, most wolves I met were quite chatty," she returned the dark female. Arlette nodded firmly to her. If the female thought that about herself she would respect that. She was unaware what her rank was so either she was lower or higher than this female, but, she would never act like that.

Arlette looked a bit surprised when the female suddenly asked about her scars. She slowly frowned, not really wanting to be reminded of the fact that she had scars. She liked to think she was still as perfect as she had been before. "Cougar," she returned quietly and looked away, ears fallen back.