Bearclaw Valley atonement so clean, replenishing me

Laurel didn't put too much stock in what it was that was causing this feeling, what was going on in their bodies, or how to interpret any of it. She didn't feel like interpreting and thinking, she felt like just doing stuff, like always, except maybe slightly different stuff.

Indra, of course, was different. She'd think about stuff and wanted to do the right thing, for some reason (whatever the hell the right thing even meant). Laurel was usually good at pulling her sister from her thoughts but this time she wasn't sure she'd manage. Indra seemed to want to get to the bottom of this. Laurel knew what Indra meant with not thinking straight, but she didn't really care overly much. She often felt different each day, never really felt like there was a Laurel way to feel or think, so she didn't feel overly different now.

"I think we should just enjoy this," Laurel said. "I mean, it might just go away tomorrow and then what've you done with it? Just boringly thought on it forever. C'mon, we should just like, show the world that this is us, like... Don't fuck with us, I dunno." She didn't mean to lay any suggestion in there, of course, though later might come to realise her wording was rather ironic. "C'mon, let's go for a —" She wanted to say 'run', but then realised that Indra couldn't run right now. "— walk and see what we come across, maybe a stream for some fishing, maybe other wolves and we can check if they feel the same or not, whatev'." The one thing that Laurel didn't feel like doing was sitting here chatting about blablablanobodycares!