Porcupine Ridge but i am drifting

indra sighed as marten recanted his last conversation with laurel, detailing with care that he might have been too forthcoming. that was his flaw, perhaps -- he was thinking logically.. and for a youth, it was an admirable method of thought -- but for laurel, it was as foreign as wolves living underwater. she shook her head slightly, her muzzle inclined in careful thought.

he would learn soon enough that it was not so easy to think linearly -- that sometimes, in matters of the heart, one must not think logically at all.

"you may be grown," she murmured, apprising her son with a soft look of awe (how much he had grown, too!) -- "but you and your cousins still have so much to learn -- and the wilderness is no place for a wolf barely past his first nameday." she frowned, pushing quickly the thoughts of what could go badly for laurel's children out of her mind. "it would give laurel some peace of mind to know."