Bearclaw Valley everything is never as it seems

i love laurel omfg

In a strange way Poet thinks this must be her way of showing concern. It brings a slow smile to her face, genuine and warm, as if mirroring the woman's frown in reverse. "I'll keep that in mind," she agrees, "thank you for the warning... what is your name?" Since the other has failed to provide one, she figures she might as well be direct with her new friend.