Hideaway Strath Nearly lost

Arlette swallowed thickly when Whirst talked. She spoke about testing it on white wolves. Her red eyes were wide. "White.. wolves?," she asked softly and then looked at Derg. She whispered it mostly to herself but he might likely had heard that. Whirst knew a lot about poisons then, perhaps she should be extra friendly to the female, because she might be able to hurt her, slowly.

She also remembered Simmik's story about that the saints weren't so nice if she was held captive. Slowly she was realizing that the Saints might not be as nice of a pack as she originally thought. But they had been so kind to her, one that wasn't like them. They seemed to have reminded that too when she joined. Now it was kind of clicking together. But not enough that she wanted to run. She wasn't sure if Simmik was just talking nonsense. She hadn't seen any proof that they were really bad, so she stayed quiet with her own little turmoil.