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Leigh wasn't entirely sure if she outright hated Kynareth. She held hatred in her heart for him, that was for sure, but it sat alongside several other emotions as well. He was the first face she saw after coming to Teekons after all, and no matter how much she wished she could just turn her back on him and leave, she couldn't bring herself to do so. She had already forgiven him for so many things, all she wanted now was an apology instead of excuses.

She'd be lying if she said she hadn't considered hurting him in other ways. Insults rolled off his back like water rolls of a duck's feathers. But insulting those he cared about? Maybe that'd get under his skin. Leigh wasn't Sasha, she wasn't interested in running after people and tearing them apart. But she had to admit, despite not harboring any real dislike towards Simmik, a little part of her thought the white wolf was dumb as fuck for throwing her morals out the window and into the garbage just because Kynareth was too emotionally stunted to give a shit about people. Of course this wasn't Simmik's fault, but Leigh was just generally disgusted with their strange relationship.

Now as the tiger approached, she was tempted to spit at him and leave to go find Endre. Endre was everything Kynareth wasn't, and it was pathetic that the brindled wolf had lowered her standards so low that someone just being decent and kind was a rarity.

"I've been feeling like shit. Ever since your bitch of a wife tore a chunk out of my leg the universe decided that it'd just keep me in misery. Thanks, for the invisible flowers and "get well" card, by the way."