Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

In the corner of her eye the woman steadily watched as the Overseer neared. Leigh wanted to spontaneously combust like a watermelon being crushed with rubber bands. She wanted to yell and scream, to finally rid of the "sweet quiet girl" facade and show the Saints what type of wolf she truly was. The she-wolf wasn't the type to fake toughness for attention. She was just as violent and chaotic as the others, and on top of that she was especially known for her bitterness and thirst for vengence. But that behavior had brought her nothing but pain, and for now, Leigh was already so beaten down that it wasn't even worth insulting Derg.

I swear, Derg, you're pathetic! As pathetic as a tumbleweed blowing in the wind, no mind of it's own and at the will of whatever will push it along. You're soooo thirsty for Kynareth's ass that you wouldn't dare to even think of defying him.

And then the tiger-wolf returned from his little jog, and the woman didn't even care what had happened to the wolf he had been chasing after. Even if the stranger wolf was innocent, that idiot was a, well, idiot for hearing the sound of screams and flesh tearing and still deciding to check it out. Cause, what could possibly happen? Oh, death you say? Eh, I'll still follow the sounds of murder.

But returning her attention to her, unfortunately, alpha, Leigh felt nothing but disgust towards the wolf.

Fucking Kynareth.

Decorate the borders? Oh sure old man, just let me grab my paint brushes and princess coloring book and I'll be on my way. Maybe make a "Welcome to the Saints" poster with the subtitle of "the most magical place on earth, ready to fulfill all your murderous dreams!"

Leigh didn't often get jokes but sarcasm was her god damn talent. If only she had the energy to form these thoughts into words and spit them at Kynareth's face. But for now she'd just silently mock him.

Oh, my heart! Poor little half-breed me, I lost my entire pack and now my ex is back to remind me of the tragedy. Oh get over yourself! Either you were born evil or made evil, Kynareth. If you were born a monster then, fuck you and fuck your parent's and their fucked up crazy genes. If you were made a monster, oh boo hoo, grow up you spineless excuse for a wolf.

For now, Leigh could only conjure a single thing to say to the tiger.

"I'll go start digging the grave for Donovan. Congratulations, you killed Donovan Azura. Hope your statisfied, Kynareth Deagon."