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

Everything happened in a blur. She felt something catch at her scruff, she thought anyway, as she and Indra crashed into the ground but when she looked she and Indra were both laying on the ground next to each other. She quickly got to her feet as soon as her head un-jumbled, catching Indra's soft-spoken apology as she jumped up. Indra then went on to demand what was going on, right after another did. The aggressiveness left Laurel's body language as she realised that he and Indra must know each other while Indra started to ramble a jumbled story of all the things that'd gone wrong lately.

Indra then asked the guy what he was doing here and she followed his gaze to him. There was a hard to determine expression on Laurel's face; she was conservatively neutral at best, ready to defend Indra if she must but no longer riled up enough to go into attack mode.