Hideaway Strath oh rabbit

Her paws did not fall softly upon the ground as they usually had. But this was not exhaustion. Not today. Not this time.

Steps elegant and fiery eyes set ahead, the dragon had flown down, marching towards the city she would burn. Wings outstretched and claws sharp, Ambrosia had come home. She had walked alongside Leigh during their journey together, but as they turned to head home, Leigh seemed to have withered and been swept away in the wind.

Leigh and Donovan? That was no more.

Today it was Ambrosia and Kynareth. The soldier had returned for a fair fight, and she would drive the tiger-wolf mad with silence. No bloodshed would occur between them, and yet the woman was more ready for battle than ever.

Her strides were evenly paced and light across the ground. Her body held weight and power, the air around her filled with rage and purpose. But she barely left a trace of her footsteps as she glided across the dirt floor. Leigh was an observant wolf. Curious and distracted by every little leaf that drifted down from the forest trees. But Ambrosia's gaze didn't flicker once. Focused on the path ahead, her eyes finally held their glow.

She was home now. This was her home. And she wouldn't take a single step out of Saint territory until she had thoroughly punished all who had wronged her. They had underestimated her strength and intelligence. Nearly four years old, she was no child.

Fur bouncing as she took each step forwards, kicking up dirt and leaving a trail of dust behind.

And what was this she was carrying? Clutched between her jaws was a rabbit, fangs snagging on skin and wrapped around fur. She had finally caught her rabbit. The rabbit that stole the lives of her mate and child. If it hadn't been for that insignificant pest, they'd still be alive. So she killed the motherfucker.

Oh Sasha, my dear. I've brought you a present.

That golden wolf wanted Ambrosia's rage? Here it fucking comes.