Bearclaw Valley everything is never as it seems

Laurel had totally forgotten who it was that was with Indra that day. She just remembered telling Xan to call someone who knew what they were doing. Apparently it was this wolf. Still she didn't introduce herself, just naming herself 'the one Xan called' and Laurel shrugged as if saving her sister was nothing. What'd she want, a medal? "Oh." That was all she was getting for now, for even though Laurel was grateful she didn't like showing it to others. Especially not right now.

The other wolf said that she was glad to see Indra recover well, though Laurel felt like calling bullshit, considering she didn't even know Indra at fucking all. "I'm sure you are," said Laurel with a grumpy tone to her voice still. "So how did you meet Xan?" She suddenly felt curious. The amount of girls in this pack hadn't gone unnoticed to her and Laurel could not help but wonder what, exactly, Xan was doing to collect them all.