Hideaway Strath my name means meadow but i'm no flower

she stopped.
it seemed her moderately emotional recount touched her. grasped her little heart and squeezed it tight.
Sasha smirked but was, ultimately, sorely disappointed.
she didn't explode or swear, didn't turn with a snarl.
just quiet, cold, anger.
boring.

she flicked her eyes to Kynareth, who had suddenly slinked off.
oh, there was his tail bobbing away. she quickly trotted after him with a wince of pain.
why wasn't he enjoying this?
her brows furrowed and came to the realisation.

Leigh was a problem.