Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

Oh my god. What an absolute SHIT FEST. A chaotic, horrifying, bloody shit show. He loves it. The death, the smell, the blood covering his face, creamy chest, and paws. Oh god. He’s almost turned on by it, but he’s not quite at that stage in his life yet. Yet anyway. 

What he is pissed about is the fact that this dumb little intruder was able to get away. Oh lord, was Donovan going to throttle him if he got a hold of him and he was going to love it. He’d kill him to and then they could all go decorate the canyon with their organs and maybe do some cute finger painting drawings or some shit. Maybe some heart shaped paw prints or whatever these sissies wanted to draw to make them feel better about themselves. Oh, well. 

So he only watches the stranger wolf run off for a few more seconds and he quickly notices the absence of Derg’s presence beside him. He trotting back to the horrid scene to find him couched next to a very traumatized looking Leigh. He doesn’t know what transpired but when he hears the usually sweet female go off at Dorus he freezes. His face comical as he listens to the insults that roll easily and smoothly off her lips. 

“Wow.” He hums hardly loud enough for anyone to hear and he moderately concerned for her. Actually he’s very concerned but his blood lust is too high at the moment to care too much. 

So he saunters over to the chaos and smirks to them all. “Okay, now who wants to decorate the borders?” He asks them then. A maliciously teasing smirk settled in his bloodied face.