Silvertip Mountain I will personally stab you in the eye with a foreign object

Laurel lifted her head to look at them when Reek offered her to come closer. She glanced at the two boys who seemed warm enough on their own and though she felt cold, she then turned away from them, curling herself up into a ball in a vain attempt to get herself warm. She shivered, but she'd rather be here alone than fear never waking up at all because someone might get too defensive over her being close to whoever they'd think she'd kill. She'd rather be safe, and luckily she had built up some reserves to keep her warm despite the biting cold. She eventually drifted off to an unruly, though much-needed sleep.