Bearclaw Valley seal the clouds with grey lining

It was the ruddy girl that was mewling, and Laurel nudged her towards a teat in hopes of silencing her for a bit. When she looked up Laurel saw her sister's worried eyes and she smiled wearily at Indra. "Hey aunt In," she said with an inviting smile. Laurel didn't really feel inviting towards anyone at the moment, but she would never turn away Indra. She hadn't forgotten about the friendly gesture the dumb girl'd made and maybe, just maybe, some of the bridges burnt could be rebuilt at some point, but Laurel was glad nevertheless to be out and about in her own den, where it was no one but her, the pups and Indra.

"Thanks," said Laurel as she accepted the food from the cache, glad to have something to eat. Xan often came by with food, often fresh, but Indra's offerings still tasted a lot less bitter to Laurel than the father of her children's. It was beyond her how he even thought he could be a dad to them if he was always with his real mate aside from offering her some scraps to eat. "How's the outside world?" She sure hadn't seen much of it. She thought of asking about Blondine -- it hadn't gone completely unnoticed a different medic had attended the birth -- but decided against it. She wanted the time with the pups to be happy time, not talking-about-shitty-shit-that-happens-to-us time.