Bearclaw Valley whatever it takes

Now that she was fully awake it was easier for Laurel to shake the drops of cynism and sarcasm off; easier to not be herself. When he said his family was spread out she wondered briefly if he had had a similar past to her own. Had his parents run off, or were they dead? Well, it didn't really matter. She supposed she might find out at some point, if she hung out with the dude for a bit. However long it took to win him over.

She was amused at how being called a prince seemed to make him feel better about himself. Wolves were so easy, and they were all the same on some level, but the trick was to find what mattered to each one individually so that you really knew what buttons to press (or not to press). He asked if she accepted his invitation and she said with a sweet tone to her voice, "Well, who am I to refuse a prince, really?"

She giggled when he said that her face looked different. It made sense that he'd assess the sudden change in her disposition. She'd gone from snarky just-woke-up-who-do-you-think-you-are regular Laurel to sweet and dumb Laurel, after all. "That's because when I'd just woken up I didn't quite realise how handsome you are."