Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

She had given up on sleeping at this point. All Leigh wanted was a little rest, but the commotion was far too loud and she instead opted to see what all the fuss was about. Rising to her paws she followed towards the direction of the distraction.

Upon arriving, everything was a mess. Some wolves, like Nyra, mostly standing around. The woman hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of Kynareth quite yet, but she could only assume that he was an absolute mess.

Today was supposed to be beautiful and a celebration. New pups. And yet Leigh sat there, a look of disgust and hurt painted across her face. She felt completely and utterly betrayed by the tiger she once thought cared for her. The she-wolf couldn't bring herself to dislike Simmik. The white wolf was innocent in this situation. But Kynareth could have at least been nicer about the whole thing. Instead, he dumped Leigh as soon as another pair, the original pair of orange eyes wandered in.

He had once told her that he loved Simmik because she had been the first kind smile to greet him when he awoke in this new world. Had it ever occurred to the tiger that he had been Leigh's "Simmik"? That he had been the same for her? Could he really blame the dragon for feeling abandoned?

That could have been her. Did she want to be in Simmik's position? Not really. The woman remembered what it was like having even just a single pup. It wasn't fun. But still, that could have been her.

Maybe if Leigh had just kept quite, Kynareth wouldn't have rejected her. He may have not been afraid of rejection, but he failed to realize that she was.