Flycatcher Downs now that you're done shuffling the tits off the queens

Laurel'd gone out to relieve herself, and much to her surprise when she returned shortly she did not find Indra anywhere. She blinked and looked around, called for her sister but found nothing. She'd experienced storms before and though they were always a bit scary, she had taught herself not to show she was scared for Indra's sake. Yet these were extraordinarily grumbly and dark, and they seemed less abstract than regular storms, though the sounds were similar, but more consistent. Every time they growled she shrank a little, but reminded herself to be strong in case she found Indra soon.

She kept calling but no response came even as she followed Indra's illogical trail into the wild. Maybe she was also relieving herself, but soon she found the trail lead too far for that to be the case. Laurel kept calling but it felt like the angry sounds from the skies drowned out any sound she made. In the distance she saw Indra looking demure wandering towards some other wolf. She felt a growl rumble in her throat and started running towards the pair through the storm. Her sounds were not loud enough to breach the storm but her body language spoke volumes as she barrelled towards the other wolf, intending to plant her body between him and Indra. Stay the fuck away from my sister!