Fox's Glade scream at the top of your lungs

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Luckily Bearclaw Valley wasn't too far from Lost Creek Hollow. Laurel set out in the afternoon that day and started making her way to the west, looking for Piper. She'd told only @Indra that she had left that morning, but she had talked to @Treason about leaving @Wyatt alone with the pack for a bit anyway so the pack knew, probably. Laurel felt liberated leaving the pack grounds and as she turned away from the pack, she felt the itch in her paws to never return. There was a cold shiver in her spine as she thought of this. The only thing that would make her return there was Indra, her sister, her anchor, the only thing that she really cared for in this life. Everything else that was there -- Wyatt, Merrick, Nunataq, Xan, a handful of pack mates she felt obligated to get to know but didn't give two shits about -- made her want to run away screaming. She hated it, all of it, them. But she knew she must return for Indra's sake.

"Didn't you make a lovely mess for yourself," murmured Laurel as she made her way through the snowy Fox Glade. "And when snapping didn't work, you just went on to ignoring, but Xan didn't give much of a shit about that either, did he?" Stupid Xan and all he stood for. She hated him, she loved him, she didn't know anymore. "Fuckin' hate him..."