Wapun Meadow round round baby right round

a growl already was in her throat; as the woman comes closer still, it rises. and it rises to a fever pitch as she dares to touch the red girl. Avicus aims a quick couple of snaps at the woman's muzzle and then backs away, puffing up, snarling.

a spitting fiery terror.
with cold indigo eyes.

not Indra. anyone knowing better would be loath to break Laurel's heart, but as it is, she doesn't know better. and even if she knew better, she wouldn't care. she doesn't know this woman from anyone and she damn sure isn't going to play this game.

not even her mother shows her this kind of affection. it makes her sick.