Bearclaw Valley can you still sleep, the way i used to?

the conviction in Xan's words did little to appease the intransigence that gritted indra's muzzle; they could leave -- and they would -- it was up to the alabaster man to prove to them the life they carved in this valley was worth staying for.

neither indra nor laurel deserved to live under xan or reigi's spotlight -- they had been here first, they deserved better. indra knew in her heart that had the roles been reversed and xan in their shoes, that he would have never tolerated such mistreatment. "would you stay, if you were in our place?" she challenged quietly, knowing full well the answer.

indra turned her gaze upon reigi, wholly unsurprised by the woman's flat refusal. it was the umpteenth time the woman had refused any semblance of courtesy. reigi had saturated every aspect of indra's life and indra was exhausted for it. "it wasn't a request. I am speaking to xan -- alone ." indra informed her with bucolic coldness. she was entitled her privacy with her alpha, and if reigi refused her this simple courtesy -- well, it was not the redleaf in the wrong. she supplied reigi a full stare, a cold sneer housed on her thin gums.