Bearclaw Valley seal the clouds with grey lining

Laurel looked down at the girl who was making sounds somewhere between a mewl and a squall and she smiled. They were so tiny and fragile right now. For now she ate while Indra kept guard. Her response to the question was disheartening, for although their outlook was bleak Laurel felt optimistic. Maybe it was these newborn miracles that had made her feel better about her life, or maybe it was because she knew that she would do anything to make their lives good. They had brought her a determination and fighting spirit that she had lost somewhere along the line throughout her pregnancy and Xan's mateship. They gave her a reason to fight again -- not just for them, but for herself and Indra, too.

"It'll all be alright," Laurel promised. "I will make it alright." Before she had any chance to see Indra's response something happened outside. She glanced outside, fur along her neck bristling defensively when she picked up Xan's mate's scent. But she also brought with her the scent of food and the sweet fragrance of lavender. This was all rather confusing but before Laurel had any chance to react the girl was already gone again.

Her sister looked back at her and Laurel blinked in confusion. "What did she want..?" she asked, not having seen what happened so having to go mostly on scent. She hadn't forgotten the kindness of allowing her inside of the whelping den for the birthing, even though Laurel hadn't wanted to, and wondered if maybe not all bridges were burnt. She would never be good friends so long as she was Xan's mate, but maybe they could be not-enemies at some point (and maybe she could convince the girl some day that Xan was a stupid jack-ass who didn't deserve her love).