Bearclaw Valley when i was young, i'd feed on it

So far Bearclaw Valley wasn't anything magical or great. It was a lot like other places that they had visited, other packs that she and Indra had stayed in along the way before winding back here again. She didn't particularly care for it, because it didn't particularly care for her. Xan seemed like just another prick and she almost regretted landing here because she feared Indra'd get attached to these wolves by the time Laurel thought it was time to leave (probably somewhere 'round spring, when they would no longer be so reliant on a pack to survive).

Ears perked up as she heard voices nearby, though Laurel didn't instantly realise that it was Indra that was nearing. She was digging at the base of a rabbit hole, sending snow flying everywhere, but the ground itself was too frozen to budge. With a sigh Laurel gave up and when she turned 'round, she saw Indra approach. In her view she was nothing like Indra, and Indra nothing like her — Indra was more dainty and her fur stood out, her appearance striking and colourful, while Laurel was short and stocky and her colours weren't anything special. "Oh, hey In," she called out towards her sister while eyeing the dude she had brought along.