Bearclaw Valley frozen

The last wolf that Laurel wanted to see that day was the dumb girl. She was just a sore reminder that Laurel wasn't good enough in any way. Xan chose the other girl, Xan didn't give a rat's arse about her own condition and about the pups that were growing inside of her. Only when with him she felt somewhat at peace but those moments were far and few between because he was always busy with the other girl. She froze when she saw the girl, though her hackles pricked defensively. Much in the way she'd once thought removing Tapat and Astik from her parents' lives would make her more important again she considered taking actions into her own paws... but she knew somewhere deep down that it would not solve anything and she would only be all the more alone for it in the end. If Indra knew what sort of monster she really was, maybe she, too, would turn away.

Laurel recoiled in surprise when something was thrown across the stream. Her brows fell into anger, hackles raised, and Laurel opened her mouth to shout profanities about the attack when the scent of fresh blood entered her nostrils. She glanced down at the food, but when she looked up at the girl she'd already turned away to leave. Laurel considered telling her to wait, but she both thought that it might be considered offensive if she would shout after her, and she didn't want to run after anyone. If the girl wanted to talk, she could come to her, not throw her a bone and run away.

Torn between feeling thankful for the food and resentful that the girl thought Laurel so pathetic and sad she needed to throw food at her she just stood there, frozen in time, watching the dumb girl leave. It wasn't until she heard Indra's growl and felt her sister's gentle touch by her side that Laurel snapped out of it. "She threw food at me," said Laurel, her voice as numb as she felt. "I don't know if she's really trying to be nice, or if this is some delivery on Xan's behalf, or if she's just trying to look nice by giving me stuff when she's actually feeling superior." Laurel frowned, not sure what to think. The girl was gone now and she nosed Indra's face, glad that she at least still had her sister by her side; once more the only one there for her.

Then she turned to the rabbit, put a paw on it and tore off a leg that she started to hungrily devour.