Hideaway Strath That perfect moment, the last tear you shed

She already felt like shit, and then this had to happen.

It was just the occasional cough, shortness of breath or faint dizziness. One of the side effects of getting old, she supposed. But she could handle that. Not feeling well every once in a while wasn't anything new. But now the pups too? That was something she didn't feel like dealing with. Leigh knew that it'd be best to at least catch a glimpse of the new additions to the family, though that assumption didn't help ease the frustration of doing so.

The woman trotted over towards the direction of the call, her face holding an expression of pure unhappiness and disgust. There was no use in acting polite. Besides, Kynareth couldn't do shit about her sour attitude. This was his fault.

Upon arriving, Leigh barely glanced at the new faces before averting her orange gaze elsewhere. She could hardly stand to look at the perfect mixtures of Kynareth and Simmik. Their brindle fur and patches of white. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel like tossing the little monsters to who knows where.