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for @Xan, please :)

It left little to the imagination what Laurel's purposes may be as she set out that day. There was a determination in her step and a purposefulness in her gaze; dutiful, full of motherly love and resolve of what she must do. She had not fully recovered from giving birth and the weak weeks that followed where she was confined to the den. She'd only started moving around weeks ago, mostly after she and Indra had merged dens to hers. She hadn't let Xan near the pups -- not her pups, anyway, he could have Nunataq and Marten whenever he wanted -- and had mostly doted upon them. But today she would dote upon them in a different ways. Make things right, even though she herself had no idea how the meeting would end. Whether she'd tell Xan to stuff it or call into his arms and live happily ever after.

Rather than calling she sought to follow his scent trail from when he'd last dropped by the den to deliver some food, figuring she would find him that way.
Sorry this took ages to get out. @_@;

It was not towards the entrance where he so often lingered that the male would come to be found, but deep within the woods instead. He was situated near an old, abandoned burrow, into which he stared before stuffing a new rabbit fur into it; it was the first addition he’d made to his hidden storage in years, the last having been when he was just a pup. Following that, he turned to leave, only to stop in his tracks as he spotted Laurel. He did not say anything to her—he didn’t know what to say, honestly—and instead just nodded, acknowledging her presence but leaving the decision in her paws on whether or not they’d converse.
no prob <3

It was strange that his scent trail should lead into the forest where she didn't find him all that often. Laurel followed it after making sure she was following his most recent, only to see him busy caring for something or other. He looked almost a little caught when he looked up to see her, but she didn't call him out on that. Normally she might have asked what he was doing, but right now Laurel had more pressing matters to discuss.

"I told you I would make sure my children would be princes and princesses," said Laurel as she took a step closer, her body language regal and dominant so that there would be no mistake in what, exactly, she was doing. "And I will. You will take me as your queen, as Alpha by your side, or I will rip that and everything else you love from you." Laurel stared him dead in the eye; he knew what she meant. He had to. She could take his pups, she could take his pack by taking Indra and Tadec, and he'd be left with nothing here. So he may as well take her extended hand, and be left with a beautiful and powerful queen by his side and a strong pack and his children by his side. Laurel thought she was offering a pretty good deal, all things considered.

"And Indra will be Beta, where she belongs, too." For now, Laurel was out of demands, and she stared at Xan coolly as she waited to see how he would respond. Had she not felt in such a powerful position with much of the pack on her side Laurel might've just tried to seduce him and get things the play-pretend way, but as things were, she thought the ballsy way might just work too.
Alexander did not say much, nor make any attempt at taking his leave. Rather, he watched. He kept still and observed her—listened to her—until it became perfectly clear that she was serious. And in a moment’s notice his own posture was rigid, tail arched over his back whilst his ears stood tall; he did not feel himself, having been beaten down one too many times in his short life, but his instincts were still there. Yet, even with his display and her demands, he did not attack. “I told you already that they are exactly what you want them to be,” he stated first, staring her down. Even if Reigi had remained, that would not have changed the fact that all of his children were as equally entitled to the valley as the next—no matter their mothers.

The threat hung in the air and he took a step towards her, teeth flashing briefly, but he had hardly any momentum left to maintain it. He didn’t have the energy to argue and especially not to fight, nor did he wish for his children to be taken away from him—hell, he didn’t even want Laurel or Indra to leave, despite everything, for they truly were some of the only ones he had left. “Fine,” he decided. “Lead alongside me, let your sister lead under us—I don’t care. Whatever keeps you here.” Because at the end of the day, that was all that really mattered to him: that he not be abandoned again.
Laurel was ready for a fight. She hadn't expected to get what she demanded at all, for even she knew it was simply too much. At first it looked like there would be a fight as he showed his dominance and she did not drop her guard, but then he seemed to just.. give up, it seemed. Laurel felt exposed for having told him last time they met how she felt — feelings she was not really all that sure about herself — but she decided to simply skim those feelings to the background for now. Xan obviously didn't feel the same at all and though she wanted to punch him for it, it was the most important to think about her pups first, now, and the future they would have here.

Her body posture relaxed as she was given what she had demanded, though she could hardly believe it. "Good." Laurel fell silent then, as she was not really sure what else to say. She hadn't exactly thought that far ahead.
Alexander stood there and waited, wondering what else there was to be said. He kept silent, watching her, but soon realised that there would be no words following her last. “Is there anything else you wanted?” he asked, figuring he should ensure everything was taken care of before he made an attempt to leave. At this point, he didn’t care much for her demands, he was just too exhausted to fight them.
Suddenly the whole situation seemed to turn a little awkward. Xan asked her if she wanted anything else and Laurel silently shook her head. She wanted so many things, but she wouldn't dare say any of them right now. Of course she wanted to figure out what he thought, if he even liked her at all in any sort of way, if there was any chance that she could be happy and that he would play a part in that... But she couldn't exactly put herself out there and say that again, now could she?

So she remained silent, waiting for him to either say something more, or.. go away, or.. Well, she wasn't exactly sure what she expected at that point.
The silence continued whilst the male simply stared, expecting more but hearing nothing. Frowning, he lingered there in silence for a moment or two longer than what he normally would have, waiting to see if anything else would be said, but nothing happened. “I guess you have the only thing you ever wanted from this place,” he decided, turning his head and breaking his gaze away from her. “The only reason you actually stayed, right?” It was an assumption; this he made clear as he turned away from her and began to walk, prepared to put some distance between them if not stopped.
His next words positively infuriated Laurel. It was visible on her face. Her frown darkened and her ears fell flat against her head. Her lip peeled back ever so slightly but more than a disgruntled rumble did not exit her throat. How dare he say that this was all she ever wanted from this place, that this was why she had stayed. Not only after all she and Indra had given to Bearclaw Valley, but also after she had basically poured her fucking heart out in front of his feet some moons ago and he had just stepped all over the shards she had left behind.

Laurel had hoped for a happy ending, and that was why she had kept him as Alpha beside her. Because she hoped that he would act on the information she'd given him that day. Because she thought that maybe, he felt the same. Because there was a glimmer of hope that she would never dare admit that maybe, not all men were like Reek and just maybe, Xan was really different or that at least she could change him.

But he was just like all the rest.

He didn't love her one bit.

If there was any part of him that hoped the same as she, then he would've done something now, but he didn't. And Laurel knew then that she should cut him from her heart, too, however much it hurt, because he was just like all the rest. It made her want to take the pups and leave, just to show him that this hadn't been it. Hadn't been the only thing that made her stay.

Laurel watched as he walked away from her after yet another stab to her heart. Every single time she would let him do this to her and she hated him that he would abuse what he knew about her. He knew that she hoped for a future together, obviously, because she had told him that she liked him. He had stabbed her in the heart then and he did it again now. How much she hated him and at the same time, how much she wanted to be close to him.

She kept her rage to herself. It was very visible on her face and in every fibre of her body, every tensed muscle, that she was hiding her feelings -- or at least that she was trying very hard to. But she wouldn't give him the gratification, so she glowered and waited until he had left. She would scream and cry when she was alone, but she would not give him the satisfaction of watching her lose her cool in front of him again.
Was going to archive, but then saw an opportunity for Xan to possibly be chewed up and spit out so lmao hi again

But Xan did not make it far. He’d started to walk, to distance himself from her, but his gait was slow and his intentions unclear; he wanted to leave but, at the same time, he wanted to talk. His beliefs, what he thought to be her reasoning, pushed him forward and away from her, yet he stopped. He came to a sudden halt and just stood there, not looking at her, but still present all the same. And the longer he stood there, the more he realised that he was a hypocrite; he yelled and grappled for anyone he could, sharing his woes of abandonment and loneliness, but wasn’t he pushing the same feelings onto another? He’d tried to leave her, to separate himself from her entirely, and yet that was the very same thing that he’d feared, for a great length of time now, would happen to him—something that had happened to him.

Frowning and gritting his teeth, the albino turned back around. He did not approach her—not yet—he just simply stared forward at her, attempting to piece together something to say; he knew he was supposed to say something after what he’d tried to do—he knew that he would want to hear something, had their roles been reversed. “Aren’t you going to say something?” he asked instead, ever so awful with these sorts of situations. “Or was I right?”

For as much as he wanted to pull others close, he had a terrible habit of pushing them away instead.
Laurel watched with a dry mouth as he just left, and she thought that her rise to being an Alpha couldn't be sullied any further. Where she had been excited to tell Indra the news moments ago, she now felt torn apart, knowing that it would never be the way she wanted it. She frowned grumpily as he left, hiding behind a façade even now. Her breathing stopped when he turned around to look at her. What was he going to say? Had he changed his mind?

The truth was far less poetic. His words were so full of audacity that Laurel didn't even know how to respond for a split second. She wanted to scream at him, pin him to the ground, get mad, tell him what an asshole he was being...

"You have some nerve to call me out on anything, asshole," Laurel ended up saying, her face filled with a haughty glare, that then turned derisive at her next words. "If you don't get out of my fucking sight right now, I might just change my mind and force the crown of Alpha from your cold grip." It broke her heart, but she knew she could not show vulnerability now. He knew what she felt because she had told him, and yet he still stomped all over her heart. To once more throw her heart on the line was impossible -- it had been one moment of weakness, but she wouldn't do it again. Instead she would keep telling herself that he was nothing but a worthless asshole, just like her dad, until her heart would stop bleeding for him.
The threat sent his blood to boiling and his lips curled back. This was his home, his land, and he would not be threatened within it. With a tense form he stole several steps in her direction, gaze narrowed and incisors flashed. He was the rightful heir to Bearclaw Valley, the first to be born to the former king and queen. The thought alone that, that might be taken from him infuriated the man—yet he did not attack. Something held him back, something drained him slowly of the rage that’d been so close to exploding just moments ago; he didn’t understand the change, nor was the shift in his demeanour—from aggressive to closed off—a conscious one.

“If you want to take my place, you’ll have to kill me first,” he declared. “Can you do that, Laurel? Can you kill me?” He continued towards her, legs stiff, only this time his teeth remained hidden. His usual glare was absent from his eyes—they were dull now—as he tilted his head back, revealing his throat to her. “Go ahead—take what you want from me. The world will be better once I’m gone, right?”
Her blood boiled and Laurel was ready to strike. This situation was so much different from the day she had tried to kill her baby brother and yet it was so muchly the same. Especially when Xan revealed his throat to her. She revealed her teeth and snapped them shut around his throat, but not to draw blood. Only to warn, for he would get one warning not to fuck with her. He knew how she felt, so why would he keep stomping on her heart? Sharp teeth withdrew and ears pulled back against her skull as she stood and stared a moment.

"I hate you," she said, her voice eerily calm this time. She turned away from him and started to run away then as she was no longer able to hide her emotions. Any hope she had had was squashed -- and perhaps in the future she would have to take over control.. not to stunt Xan necessarily but to retain the last shreds of sanity she had.