Barrow Fields lay your weapons down

Laurel couldn't quite decipher what was going on inside his head. He just kept staring at her after she finished speaking. She, too, was quickly losing interest in this conversation, not being the most social butterfly to start with and now this guy was just being outright creepy. He then asked if she wasn't part of a pack, which she had literally just told him. Ugh. Laurel didn't even reply to his question, because she wasn't sure she could muster to do so in super-friendly-mask-way.

Then he warned her for the wolves, in some grotto, to which Laurel said Thanks for the warning. And then he just?? walked off?? Even though Laurel lost her own interest in the exchange she couldn't help but feel slighted that he didn't even say goodbye. Like what the fuck dude, just because I was going to walk away myself it doesn't give you the right to? But whatever. Rude asshole, she muttered just loud enough for him to hear as she did a hairtoss-without-hair-to-toss movement, lifting her head into the air and then started to walk off herself if she wasn't stopped.

Maybe she'd check out that grotto. If they were enemies of some rude dimwit, then they couldn't be that bad.