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Laurel waited for Indra's response. She said that she had been thinking about these things too. Laurel sometimes wondered how much Indra viewed the pups as her own or if she still saw them as Xan's and his ex-mate's. Yet that was a topic for later, as it didn't matter much for the moment. Not until the moment his mate would return, if she ever did, to claim the pups as her own; then Laurel would need to know if she should keep them by Indra or give them willingly.

Ears folded back as Indra said that Xan had fucked her over. She knew that, but things were complicated and feeling were complicated. The last thing Laurel needed was a lecture about how Xan was a bad person and she shouldn't want to be with him, but luckily it didn't come. Indra's arguments were largely Laurel's, and somehow, she thought that her children would be the happier for it if she would end up with Xan rather than having a standalone dad dangling round the frays...

She looked thoughtful at that. It would do her so much good to punch him in the throat and throw him off his throne. Maybe that would be better for her babes, too; to see their mother strong and victorious. It'd teach them not to let anyone mess with you. But still she longed for closeness, for something real. "I know. It's all a mess." She frowned as she tried to make sense of it. "Maybe I should just tell him. Demand we become leaders, decide later if I should knock him down a peg." It would be easier to rewind and redo that bit at least. If she would knock him down the ranks then Laurel knew for sure that anything that might be, never would be...

"And what if she returns? She's left and returned to dramatically throw herself at Xan before." Laurel frowned darkly, not feeling much like dealing with the dumb girl again. Yeah, she'd turned around and gotten better towards the end, but her tendency to dramatically leave didn't look too well to Laurel. "If she does, we should chase her off. She made her choices." Laurel resolutely seemed to make that decision on the spot, but her face mirrored her hardened resolve to stick by that decision.