Bearclaw Valley heavy on your heart

Just as Laurel collected herself off the ground, of course someone came round the corner. "Do I look okay?" she snapped back at him as she gathered herself to her feet. The run-in with the dumb girl still lay heavily on her mind, especially now that the girl had gotten that weird thing 'round her neck and there was something distinctly different about her. The way she smelled, mostly, and it was somehow threatening to Laurel even though she herself did not understand quite why yet.. Not until she had seen her just recently, seen how she had swollen in all the wrong places. While she herself did not understand what was going on within her, her biology was already at works of wishing other girls but Indra out of the equation for her own brood. Laurel had been tense ever since, at least in the presence of anyone who wasn't Indra. It was perhaps also her uncertainties that drove her to snap at Xan now, as she instantly regretted it the next moment. But she knew in the light of the dumb girl's pregnancy that she had already lost him regardless, for he would always choose her and always choose her pups.

Soon, it would be time for her and Indra to leave, because there would no longer be a place for her. The thought made her sad and it angered Laurel that she cared so much about whether or not she could stay here with him. But no matter how much she tried to tell herself that he was just another nobody she cared nothing about something was different somehow.

After shaking the snow from her fur Laurel glanced hungrily at the hare he carried. Of course he would succeed where she failed miserably. "Is that for her?" she asked with a twinge of hurt and anger in her words. She'd meant to ask 'Can I have that' or 'Are you going to eat that' or something else that implied she was hungry and wanted his food, but somehow the words she really wanted to say rarely ever escaped Laurel's mouth.