Hideaway Strath It’s not that serious.

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Wasn’t much he could do than to stay away. His crazy ass Family- he loved them, and heard what they said, but he needed his distance. Needed his space away from their pompous attitudes, and damn sure away from them just handing him Alpha rank once he grew up. Most of all, the talk of  ‘ to be one with the Ancients, you’ve gotta sleep with your sister and spawn’ wasn’t cutting it for him. Something else called to him, and he secreted his silent sister free from their shackles, and hauled ass out of there in the dead of night. Because he thought hard, you know? Thought about he and his sister’s future, finding a spot where they could hole up and just support each other. @Hum wasn’t an idiot- in fact, she had some uncanny ability to just listen to you and tell you how you’d get killed, and it managed to happen, one way or another, within a matter of moons. Now while he knew his sister had her assassin job on the side, he prayed he wouldn’t need to indulge the darker sides of his own upbringing-

as they weasled between the abundance of packs that inhabited these section of woods, he wasn’t looking for no trouble. It’s how it always was. 
He was tired of killing others. And he was tired of trying to keep his sister clean, too.