Hideaway Strath i think i might be scared

The night is quiet — until it’s not. His ears swivel due to what he believes is a laugh. It’s gone just as quickly as it arrives. It’s so faint he can’t hardly hear it. It doesn’t sound like anything to be concerned with. Probably just some Saints having a good time and cracking jokes at each other maybe? Without him? How dare they. So a smile crosses his maw as he sets off into the forest, beginning into a brisk trot. 

Yet when he gets into the general area he finds nothing but a certain, very upset females scent: Leigh. He has to follow it, his smile quickly fading, now that Sasha isn’t stuck to his ass he can get some alone time with her. If she doesn’t kill him that is. So onwards he goes, following it and it goes every which way, a confusing pattern and his brows furrow wondering what exactly she’s doing.

Until he finally finds her and he sees dirt flying and her body working quickly at digging a hole. He approaches quietly, surely she’s too distracted by her hole digging. So he stands a few feet behind her and murmurs out her name.

“Leigh.” Comes his distinct voice. Who else could that be? “Let’s talk. Without Sasha.” Are his hopeful words.