Hideaway Strath When our fears came to life

Leigh objects any dislike for the conversation, stating that she did believe in a 'higher power' or forces which were beyond the realm of wolf and earth. She called it 'the red thread'. His head tilts, large ears cupping forward, curious. She explained, the name coming about from the 'pull' which they were both referring to. An invisible connection between the wolf's very insides to that of which they were destined. He figured if they were both correct in their beliefs, the red string, as it were, was the cord which the Gods used to tug them along which way they wanted their mortal puppets to turn. For Leigh, she thus far had not seen the good in it. The Gods were tricky that way. Sometimes it was trials of pain before finding the pleasure. Sometimes, it was simply cruelty, karma, for a wolf's former bad choices. 

Which it was for Leigh, he didn't know. 

Hemlocke couldn't help the small chuckle, a deep note from the depth of his barreled chest. Maybe Don just happened to be standing in the way, being a big oof and all. A friendly smirk and then, Look beyond one wolf and look to the individuals you live among as a whole. Like you said, you might be here because something will happen. I'm sure you'll know it when you see it. She wasnt a closed minded wolf, this was certain in her belief that there was more then just what meets the eye and there were greater things far from a wolf's full understanding. After all, the world was a big place, but the skies above? Endless. Limitless. 

You can stay here, find out what it is you need to do for yourself or be it you need to do for someone else. But your not trapped here. Not like often he had felt in his life which went far beyond just the Saints. He was limited to the night hours and so with it, forced to make sure he had a place to hunker down away from the light of day. A vampire needed his crypt. Get out of these walls for a bit, breathe freely.