Bearclaw Valley ishkabibble

she was going to leave.

indra could not hide the snort of incredulity that broke her composure, nor the flinty hardiness of her gaze. in indra's eyes piper was a whelp - a child -- she was not ready for the harshness of the world, and would likely suffer whatever fate lucas had suffered.

"the fuck you're not," indra growled, feeling a bitter wave of protective measure overcome her. she looked to tadec - surely he saw how asinine this mission was, right? indra already had felt the sting of loss and departure too often, and now piper was just going to up and walk out of her life, too?

and what about her mom? indra could not imagine how laurel would handle the news. no, she could imagine. laurel would handle it poorly. and xan... well.. xan would just keep on living life, being xan - oblivious to the lives of the wolves in his domain; uncaring, absent.

it was unintentional, but in that moment piper was vying against the bulwark of indra's hatred with the world: she did not mean to take it out on the girl, yet all the same her scorn was measured clearly in her words. "i won't allow it. your mother would be besides herself. do you want to cause her more grief?"