Hideaway Strath A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Whrist and Leigh was a dangerous combination, but it seemed one-sided. For now.
Where Leigh hated Kynareth, Whrist lusted for him just a little bit. Someone had made her pregnant and it sure as hell wasn't Derg. Once was enough.

He looked up again and saw Leigh approaching. He couldn't help the gritting of his teeth, but his tail waved softly and the softest of smiles perked his lips. It probably looked very forced, or at worst a grimace.
It was probably more like an accidental grimace.

"It's not what you'd do to them that I'm worried about."
Leigh was in a dark place, with a dark storm raging in her heart, consuming her inside-out.
He sucked his tongue, keeping his words firmly in his mouth.
Arlette would probably be just confused, and he'd update her later.
She stormed off. "I need to talk to her," he mused to Arlette, reaching down to kiss her head. He'll be back to take her back to the den, but until then he'd be trying to talk to Leigh.
He followed the dragon, leaving behind the scene before Simmik's final push.