Bearclaw Valley dreamin' again of a train track ending at the edge of the sea

Laurel wasn't entirely used to being Alpha yet. She'd demanded it but had never expected to get it. It was strange being at the top of the food chain suddenly, when she'd spent her life at its bottom all along. Laurel's ears cupped up as she heard a howl from the Valley's mouth. "See you later, sweetbuns," she murmured into @Lucas ears, whom she'd been grooming, and Laurel got up and started a gallop towards the borders, knowing that Indra, who was still recovering from the birthing, would look after her pups.

As she reached the borders and saw a bit of a wretched-looking wolf there. Laurel kinda liked knowing that their fate was in her paws, but it was also a weird thought because how would she even decide whether to accept them or not? Flip a coin? She assumed he was trying to join, anyway, considering he looked so.. miserable. As she arrived Laurel chuffed a greeting as she approached, carrying herself proudly and tall. "Hello, I'm Laurel, the Alpha here. What do you want?" Her words weren't unkind in tone, though the word choice was perhaps a little poor.