Cerulean Cape I can’t tell you anything

her composure was cold at best as she awaited xan's explanation. no sooner had it left his lips did she flare outward in indignation, every tuft of fur on end. he wanted laurel now? now?

what about when laurel had stayed by him, devout when she should have left a long time ago and never looked back? she hadn't been good enough for him then, when she was trying to hold together pieces of a frayed pack for the sake of her children, and now that she had finally renounced xan and moved on, he wanted her back?

indra's mahogany eyes flashed with derision. she wanted to spit into his face, shriek, tell him he had hurt her sister immeasurably and how dare he come crawling back just as she finally found her stride? this man, indifferent to the plight he had caused not just with laurel but all of them - reigi, the apaata babies, indra - he wanted laurel back?

"your timing is off." her words were scathing, but held back - for she lacked the energy to speak the accosting words her mind had summoned moments before. she earnestly doubted xan was a changed man, and if indra had her way, she would never tell laurel she had seen him today.