Firestone Hot Springs this will never end

Her eyes blinked softly when he spoke his name. "Stjör..?," she tried to repeat. She was probably completely butchering that name. She flushed and shook her head. "I apologize, it is a beautiful name," she commented. He was probably not from around here. That assumption was confirmed when he continued in a differently language. Arlette was baffled and intrigued at the same time. She had never heard a wolf speak a language like that.

She was about to ask what it meant when he tried to repeat it. Thinking about Kaito and about her unborn pups, and how she had probably disgraced them with how she had been living. She had been distant and unlike herself. Tears welled up in her eyes thinking about them. Arlette nodded in reply though. 'I understand. That is good advice," she returned. "Thank you for giving me your perspective," she added.

She blinked the tears away, she had done enough crying. Kaito wouldn't want her to cry. "You are very kind," she complimented. "Your language is beautiful, so different," the female complimented. She wished she could do something in return for him. While she was still sad about their deaths, his piece of advice did help give her some perspective. "Where are you from?," she asked curiously.