Swiftcurrent Creek Lallybroch

He knows you're afraid. Laurel stiffened when Njord said that she he meant her no harm. He's playing you. She shook her head — not at Njord, but at the voice between her own ears — and said defensively and with a quiver in her voice, N-no, I'm not... But then she let it rest, because he had only said that he meant her no harm, after all, not accused her of anything. She hated being afraid so much.

Instead of further replying she shook her head again as if to say 'no matter' and focused on the rest of their conversation. He seemed surprised to hear Rivenwood's name, but maybe it was because the direction she pointed in was their new home? He might have known them from before.

This was confirmed when he asked about Mahler. Laurel nodded, twice, when he asked about Mahler and then mentioned Sequoia. Yes, we have. She seems, uhm, nice. She'd been very bubbly, but then again, so had Laurel at the time. Do you know Mahler? she asked, curious. It was interesting to hear that wolves had been living in these lands for so long — as long as herself — that she knew nothing of, Mahler himself one of them.