Redsand Canyon Damnation comes with a pretty face

Leigh was known for her worse than terrible timing, but she never thought it'd be this bad so quickly. Wandering around the territory, just doing her own thing, spacing out like an idiot and watching grass grow, she barely caught the sight of a pale flash before she noticed a few other pack members following the figure.

Too curious for her own good.

Trotting over, the wolves became clearer and appeared more familiar. She definitely recognized Derg, as he had greeted her during Donovan's little introduction meeting. The others she couldn't quite pinpoint. She still hadn't socialized as much as she had hoped with the others, and felt a bit bad considering she may have forgotten their names, that is, if they gave them to her.

The dark-furred female remained at a distance, her sharp ears turning inwards as she silently listened to the conversation. Nyra, the injured woman, could barely speak. Leigh was eager to know what happened and soon found out as the others pitched in.

She did what!? Ragdolling another wolf was one thing, but a child? And considering Nyra's size, the poor thing probably flew across the map before landing like a fucking meteor. Even if the kid was a brat, that wasn't his fault. If anything, Leigh wanted to have a talk with the pup's parents. Now they were the ones at fault. Perhaps they were young parents but regardless, you shouldn't have children of your own if you still are one yourself.

But... The white she-wolf was nearly dead. If she had met the Ursus wolves to apologize, and if she truly had done so correctly, it was on them for not accepting it.

I hate wolves. Dumber than rocks I swear.

The other comments weren't necessary, however. It was true that in some packs Nyra would have been killed if she hadn't already died from her wounds. Leigh was born in one of those packs. But that didn't make it right. Surely a civil talk with Ursus would solve things. Maybe. Hopefully. Okay, probably not. Nope. Throw that idea in the garbage.

It was then she heard a familiar voice. Donovan.

At first, she agreed with his words. Then she didn't.

Punishment. Seriously? It was true that the wolves ganged up on a single wolf but it was only after a child had been thrown across the dirt. If it were her own child, Leigh would have... but... no. Leigh wasn't a mother anymore, and she did not fight for her family. Anything she thought or said now would be hypocritical.

The she-wolf wanted to speak. Speak up. Speak her mind and fucking scream at them all for thinking this way. But she refused to do so. She only just joined the Saints and she wouldn't ruin her friendships within a week.

Leigh only allowed a mere 'huff' to escape her lips before turning to leave. A wayfarer she was, one who walks on foot. Only fitting that she'd simply walk away.