Wapun Meadow don't be afraid of what you find

indra detected little else of the man's scent around them -- it seemed only laurel carried him with her, the stench of their union still lingering on her pelt. indra felt a wave of violent nausea crest to the tip of her tongue; her throat burned, and she swallowed back bitter bile. she would fucking kill him - that piece of shit. her throat constricted, the inside of her cheeks burning, a buzzing sensation along her gums and tongue as her anger grew.

laurel was silent for some time, but when she at last spoke indra looked up from her ruminations, dipping her head once in acknowledgment. "alright," she fumbled; there was nothing else she could do, nothing she could say to make this go away -- so glumly she followed after laurel, keeping her distance and remaining alert.

if that scumbag came back, she would rip his fucking throat out and piss on his corpse.