Bearclaw Valley everything is never as it seems

Of course, as anyone should expect from a wolf called 'Poet' a poem followed. Laurel at first thought it was just a poem, but when Poet went on to explain realised this was, what... Her name?! Laurel paused and quirked an eyebrow as she looked at Poet. "What kind of shit-balls parents do you have, that they'd give you such a long and impossible-to-forget name?" Maybe if Laurel'd been in a better mood she would've thought it funny that Poet's name ended in 'laurel', but right now she was just thinking that no wonder there was also the word 'laurel' in the name, because there were a hundred friggin' words in the name.

As Poet went on to ask her about the rest of the wolves in the valley, Laurel shook her head dismissively. "I gotta go find my sister." She glanced at Poet again and then turned, intending fully to wander away from her pack mate and get some much needed alone-time so that she could sulk some more.