Bearclaw Valley whatever it takes

Laurel didn't get why he smiled so dumbly at her. She hated being manipulated in any way and she had a feeling she was being manipulated right now. But whatever; winter was in full swing and it seemed a smart idea to find someplace to stay. Maybe this dump wasn't her favourite place, but it would have to do for now. Staying anywhere for long made Laurel feel like she was suffocating, for it reminder her of all her time in her father's packs when she was younger, feeling like a pariah and an outcast most of the time, receiving no love. But she also wanted to live, so for now this seemed the best plan, and as always, she took the lead in these plans.

"Her name's Indra," said Laurel when Xan asked for her name, and she looked back at her sister. Laurel followed Xan as he came into motion to show them the territory, feeling rather closed off emotionally herself at her failed ploy. Whatever. She'd find some other idiot to woo into bringing her food and stuff and then dump him soon as spring came round, and in the meantime she'd be safe in this pack. Then once weather got better, they'd see where to go. As long as she had Indra.

"Well, you're sure selling it well," Laurel retorted with a snort as Xan said that the territory was nothing spectacular or great. When he stopped and suddenly asked them if they wanted to see a bear with a tone to his voice that suggested it was a positive thing, she blinked. "A bear?" She didn't answer, really, too flabbergasted to hear there was a bear at all.