Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

Laurel didn't want to fight. She'd never fought before. Her neck still hurt from where Jhala's teeth had set on it and she was afraid what would happen to her if she would fight again. Why couldn't they just claim some other territory? She was cold, hungry and miserable as she waited for things to start, and the frown on her face displayed this unhappiness clear as day. She looked more like a grouchy teen who'd been dragged to a mandatory visit to grandma than a wolf ready for battle.

She looked around for someone to trust, someone who would save her neck, but ultimately she found upon looking around that she didn't think any of them would protect her if she were in trouble. Reek and Jhala had each other as buddies and she guessed that they would both think twice to save her from harm's way. Laurel dying a heroic death at this battle as martyr was probably the best thing that could happen to both of them. They'd be rid of her, but they could still say they had cared for and loved her deeply and that ultimately, their daughter had done the right thing by helping them win this battle and had therefore repaid all her previous sins. It was so clean and easy that it made Laurel feel paranoid that in the midst of battle, Jhala might even be the one to break her neck when no one saw just so that she could make a martyr out of her without fear of her sons or other future children.

Her heart thumped and body was rife with adrenaline, but she hoped that it wouldn't come to a fight. Maybe they would just surrender their territories. Laurel could smell the scents of the inhabitants of this pack and she feared for what was to come, knowing she was no fighter and there were daggers pointed at her from all sides.