Bearclaw Valley well shit

Her legs quivered under the weight of the realisation that started to seep deep into her mind. She didn't want it to be true, but her body had never lied to her when everyone around her did. There was too much that reminded her of last year in this; too much that reminded her of...

Mama? She turned her head sharply to look at her son who had found her here, at the most unfortunate of times. Laurel wanted to keep up the lies and tell him that everything was fine -- part of these lies were lies to herself where she told herself he had not already noticed her distance, that he thought she was fine all along -- but she knew that she would have to tell them eventually. If these evil seeds had not taken to her body then it would have been fine, it would all have been fine. She could've gotten over this, she would've, and they would've created their pack and all would be fine. But now...

If there were pups to come, what would become of them? Should she kill them for the sins of their father or lovingly raise them to prove the world wrong? The first was the only real option, but even tiny as they were Laurel could feel the biological bond between a mother and her children growing stronger with each breath she took now, even after just finding out.

For a long time she just stood and stared, then swallowed difficultly, the gross taste of the sick still on her tongue. You're going to be a big brother, she said, her words solemn and filled with dread, for they were without a pack and what sort of world were they being brought into? Laurel looked at Lucas' face, hoping that he would respond with his usual optimism, because much like Indra often needed her to pretend everything was fine, she desperately needed Lucas to right now.