Bearclaw Valley survival leaves little room for anything else

It had slipped Laurel's memory that she had met this Tadec before. When she'd heard his name from Indra first she had thought it came familiar but she didn't remember the context and maybe she had just met someone with a name alike it. Soon she had forgotten all about this, finding it of little importance, and had decided that it didn't matter. She had more important things to worry about, such as her children. It was oddly comforting to have Indra there all the time and even to have the two extra pups. They would never have as prominent a place in this pack as hers would -- they would never be prince and princess again -- but it was kinda like they were Indra's, now, and Laurel felt comforted in that thought. She sure liked them more than she did before, anyway.

Ears cupped towards the den's entrance as she heard the yip. She recognised it as Tadec's, though she didn't know him at all -- just from bringing food and being a pack mate. She just knew that Indra liked him, which gave him some points but also he was a man and men were unreliable in general. Laurel chuffed in response and poked her head from the den. She soon noticed the rabbit and said, "thanks," as she reached out to retrieve it.