Swiftcurrent Creek This isn't funny. Come back!

just so you know, Arlette still doesn't know about EH's demise and Valette's death etc. Not even Greyback's death.

Arlette watched his son as he ran before her, going from left to right shouting his friend's name instead of using his nose. Not that he had do, she was doing so. She didn't smell or find any tracks that resembled a young pup. She was about to call Thyme back when she saw a figure approach. She was a little cautious because she was alone with her son. But the figure... she knew that figure!

Merrit approached her, and surprise laced her features. Which had Thyme running back to her. God he was so cute. She was reminded so much of Derg and how he could come back to protect her. Arlette quirked up her lips as Thyme questioned her bother. "You better answer him before starts nipping at your ankles," she chuckled softly, relaxing and offering him a soft grin.

Last time she had seen Merrit she had been heavy with child. So fearful he would drag her back to Easthollow. He hadn't done that, and also hadn't told her mother apparently since she hadn't show up at the Saints' doorstep. She had always thought that after their meeting he would come to her pack's borders but he never had visited her again. "You never came back to visit me. To meet your niece and nephews," she commented then, perhaps a little hurt by that still. Though perhaps Derg had chased them off without her knowing.