Hideaway Strath It’s crazy what you’ll do for a friend

As usual, her anger was met with a sheepish look. He was so impulsive; sometimes, he just did things without thinking it through. Time after time, they had been here, fighting about some bad decision he had made, yet he never learned. 

At least he had answers for her. His answers were not quite what she had expected, though. She thought he was going to complain about not being able to sleep with others, but no—he was restless and needed to fight and kill.

He took a seat, and she let out a long sigh, shaking her head. She let him nuzzle her before standing up on hind legs to gently pushed him with her front paws. She wanted him on his back so that she could be in her spot on top of him.

Assuming he obliged because he always did, she took her place, careful not to touch his sore shoulder. Her anger had all but fizzled out. Simmik licked some of the blood from his face before stating: You should have said something sooner. She nuzzled his neck for a few moments and then met his gaze, her own filled with fire and anticipation. If killing is what you want, then we will find you someone to kill, she told him. Surely there was some loner out there waiting to be found by the two of them.