Wapun Meadow through it all

Laurel stood and stared in agonising silence for a good while. She willed things to be different so badly, but she also knew that there wasn't a thing she could truly do to change things right now. All she could do was what she had always done; pack up and move on. She frowned, wanting nothing more than to run away, but also knowing that she needed to take care of her children. She could not just leave them, could she? But then, what had they done for her? What were they but stark reminders of what that brute had done to her, the one who had further torn apart a broken life, a broken wolf. Were they truly more than that? Were they truly worth all the love that she gave them? Or was Indra right all along, and were they abominations worth nothing more than death?

Silence ruled through the lands while her head was in a chaos. Upon the voice, Laurel sharply inclined her head to look at him. Him. Looking for someone to blame for all of this, it was easy enough for Laurel to take a step towards him and huff: You It was clear from her voice there was no friendly intent there. Indra was dead and Laurel needed someone to blame. How convenient for Xan to come along at the most inconvenient time in her life, like he always did.

You did this, she stated. Not a question. Just a fact. He must have. Discontent that he was chased away from Easthollow. She'd seen the way Indra recoiled from him at the borders, the way she had been scared. The way that Laurel had been scared, once. Only once. Had he done the same unthinkable things to Indra that had been done onto her? And had he then taken her life away from her? Or had he simply taken Indra's life to get what he wanted, because Xan always needed to get what he wanted, didn't he?

Between gritted teeth, Laurel hissed: Why?! Why did you take her? She never hurt anyone! Her rage was building up by the second as reality started to set in, and he was the only one nearby to blame.