Bearclaw Valley I don’t want anything more from you

There wasn’t much shared on her part, and he wondered if that was because there wasn’t much to say or she just didn’t want to tell him. Whatever the case, he nodded and thought about the name, wondering if he’d heard it before—he hadn’t. “Never heard of the place,” he muttered absentmindedly, momentarily distracted. His attention latched onto an area at the base of the wall, which looked like the footing was sturdy enough for someone to get up. He crossed over in front of Laurel to rub his side against the edges—which snagged a few tufts of loose fur—and then continued walking, remaining on her right.

“What about your parents?” he asked, this time more attentive. “Are they alive?” It didn’t really matter if they were—Laurel and Indra were both adults, their parents couldn’t drag them away, but he was curious.