Grouse Thicket put on your war face

@Dagfinn pre-war-thread? :)

Life had been pretty sucky overall, but above all else Laurel was scared. She was scared that Jhala would grow bored of being nice and would finish what she started and scared that they would ditch her here in the cold, dark outside world. Whenever Laurel slept, she never slept long, with the knowledge they could just leave her behind and have moved on without her by the time she awoke. She grew even more prickly and irritated as a result of her sleep loss and fears running wild in her head, but the circle she was caught in wasn't one she could escape alone, if at all.

None of the places they passed meant anything to her, and none of them were home. She wasn't sure anywhere had ever been home, nor did she think anywhere might become home ever again. She was a drifting soul without a home and too cowardly to just leave. The cold was nearly unbearable on her, young as she was and away from the warm huddle of wolves she slept because she didn't want their pity nor trouble if they'd think she was too close to the precious pups. As a result, she hadn't felt warm in days, what with the cold that had come over them.

She never walked far, afraid to be left behind, so when she wandered away from the cave they'd taken pause in that day it wasn't far. She walked through the snow-covered world, wishing she'd find something to eat but fearing her efforts'd be fruitless again today.