Bearclaw Valley who hears you crying?

....and now u are at 28.. *smirl*

there was a pall of disconsolate, quiet anger that had budded in indra. at first it had been a small tendril of frustration, a breath of resigned futility - and slowly, day by day, interaction by interaction, it snowballed and compounded until it became a blackened root that choked her sensibilities and stung her emotions. suddenly, indra did not feel at home anymore. she did not feel wanted, nor cared for - blondine and laurel were the only reason she had not contemptuously turned heel and left bearclaw well behind.

she could not avoid @Xan any further -- she wanted answers. why her? why not laurel? laurel had never threatened anybody. laurel had been there since the first day; laurel had never been insubordinate, or caused any trouble -- and perhaps the most compelling reason -- laurel was more sentient than the lichen that grew oppressively on damp stone. indra was left to devise her own conclusions, and for the time being, simply assumed xan had elected his mate alpha the way an adult might pretend to put a kid in charge; to bolster their confidence, to play along at their game.

only, it didn't feel like a game to indra anymore, and she would not play.