Grouse Thicket put on your war face

Laurel halted a moment when she heard someone coming, ears perking towards him, but then before she knew it his shoulder was already next to hers and it seemed that it didn't matter whether she would say yes or no to his request; he had already invited himself along. She didn't say anything at first, considering a snooty remark about him inviting himself along but then deciding that she'd taken too long to think on something anyway by then.

She opened her mouth to ask if he wasn't afraid she'd snap and kill him, but then she realised that he may not even know what had happened. She hadn't seen him before the move, so maybe he didn't know the source of the healing wounds in her neck and Tapat's scars. Better to keep it that way, then.

So instead, she decided to talk about what was going to happen, soon. "Where are we going to live?" she asked him eventually while she continued to plow through the snow, occasionally stopping to sniff at something or scratch at the snow in hopes of finding food underneath. It hadn't escaped her that Reek and Jhala had talked to him, and she couldn't imagine it was about anything else than claiming a new territory, considering this was not a safe way to live.