Fox's Glade I know you got the best intentions

Laurel left Rivenwood that morning because she wanted to go to Ursus. It was hard to stay in place and every moment she thought of her children. Yet by the time she reached the Glade, Laurel realised that she was not matched for such a journey, not yet. She was forced to lay down and take a break, for who knows how long. Laurel panted heavily and her shoulder stung considerably. She regretted leaving at all — she had to get back to Rivenwood as soon as possible. It wasn't safe here. Too close to the lion's den.

Soft paws that were too cheerful for the colouration of Laurel's present life made their way through a path near where Laurel had taken rest. She held her breath and watched, but when she saw a thin woman come into view, Laurel shuffled forward across the floor to the side of the path. Hi, she greeted weakly and a little guarded. The woman did not smell of Merrick, but Laurel was in a weakened state and couldn't be sure that she would not be attacked.