Wapun Meadow grind to a halt

She knew the valley well enough. Indra's look-alike might not have realised that when she fled away. Laurel knew that ghosts of her past skulked around these parts and that the Wapun meadow that had once been like her front lawn was now tainted with death and pain. Initially she had been unable to pursue, but she knew, she just knew the girl had to live in the Bearclaw Valley, along with all the other ghosts. She'd made up a plan, and though she wasn't too sure yet if she could go through with it -- but you're not crazy, dearest, they are the crazy ones -- you tried nicely -- they didn't listen -- you tried so nicely. I did try nicely, she murmured to herself in response to Iliksis' whispers in her head, loathing herself for agreeing with him, or perhaps loathing him for agreeing with her. Maybe both.

While Laurel tried to find Avicus' trail again in the northern edges of the meadow she thought of the plan. She wondered how she could get Xan involved. Maybe she could say that she'd been hurt, so that he would help murder her. By that time she would be old enough for it to be plausible, and everyone knew the Bearclaw Valley wolves of these days were murderously insane so it wasn't too far out there. She didn't want to murder Indra again, but the options were slim. And you did try nicely first, dearest. She knew what would follow. Don't say it, don't say it, don't-- Just how I asked nicely, too. She halted in her tracks and closed her eyes tightly while grinding her teeth together in frustration.