Hideaway Strath Had no time to choose

Arlette quietly waited as the female seemed to take her in. She was used to it, not all wolves were familiar with her coloring. She wasn't offended. When the female spoke there was a heavy accent on her tongue. Interesting. She wasn't from around here. This excited her, because then the female might have some other knowledge on plants and medicine.

"Yes, I'm Arlette," she spoke. "I've been with the Saints before," she explained to the other. The pale female stepped a little closer. "Have you been with the Saints for a long time?," she asked curiously.