Stone Circle You're very tall, you're very handsome.

Laurel hadn't been herself since Indra had died. Everything was different now. The world had always been hard and cold, but now the protective bubble around her that kept her from falling apart had dissipated, and her face was forced to watch the harshness that was too much to bear. Looking at her children she just thought of what Indra had said about them and wondered if there was a truth in that. It made her feel conflicted. It made her not want to see them anymore.

It screamed at her to run, run, RUN. Because running was all she had ever known to cope with the pain.

At first Laurel thought it was Marten she ran into, but she was surprised to find it was just some yearling that she didn't know, waiting seemingly beyond the border. Upon coming closer Laurel realised there was no scent of Valette there. She must have just met up with Marten then, perhaps, rather than being part of the pack. Tired eyes look at the stranger, and she wavers for a moment before deciding to continue her path along the borders' edge, sinking back into her thoughts.