Lost Creek Hollow fuck this shit

As Indra came into view, Laurel put on a strong face. Indra would know -- knew, from the howl alone, of course -- that something was wrong, but she would not break in front of her sister again. Laurel's voice was stern and precise as she announced: "We're leaving." Laurel had contemplated whether she should say I or we, but it had always been 'we'. If she hadn't said 'we', then maybe Indra might think that Laurel was leaving her, and that was one thing she would never do.

"Wyatt's gone, Indra. I'm not gonna sit here and watch all our children get snatched away. I'm going to go and find them." There was a determination in her look that said, with or without you. But of course, there was the implication in her 'we' that said, with you. Whether Merrick, Nunataq and whatever else might be left here would come, Laurel did not care, so long as Indra was there and so long as they found Laurel's beloved children.