Golden Glade Get Lonely

Life hadn't been that great since they'd taken over the pack. It was just another place, and in hindsight Laurel wondered if it was any better than the Grotto at all. It wasn't all that golden to her, but then, she wore grey-tinted goggles of late.

Being deterred from hurting the pup didn't help any, and neither did nobody noticing the feat — except for the one who'd stopped her. She felt like she kept trying, but that she was swimming up against a current she could not quite master. Like all her attempts were in vain.

She'd been skulking around alone for the most part since they'd taken the pack, and she hadn't expected to find anyone that day. She was walking along a small trickle of frozen water as the wind swept through her fur, and was surprised that when she looked over her shoulder she saw her father there, heading towards her.