Otter Creek oh woman, how could you do this to me?

indra only offered a sad smile initially in rejoinder; to her a world without laurel was hardly a world worth living. perhaps that  was why issun was so mad -- he had no other half, no support or rock -- in his paws, the redleaf was sure she would have suffered a much worse fate than simply driven mad.

"she does," indra answered after a quiet pause, as she ruminated over the scant information their somewhat tight-lipped conversation had yielded. it was not enough for her to trust him -- not enough for her to invite him into bearclaw. perhaps the suitable deportment for the redleaf girl was not 'recruiter'. "you don't miss them?"