Bearclaw Valley when i was young, i needed it

Laurel waited impatiently while Xan called, the worried frown on her face while she bathed Indra in licks. She received some in return, causing a weak smile to tug at her lips. Indra feeling cold was probably a bad sign and she looked at Xan with a do something! face, but there was nothing he could do either. He asked what her attacker looked like, a thing Laurel thought stupid and unnecessary at the time but that she would be grateful for later.

Some other wolf arrived and Laurel looked up at them with a worried frown. She nosed Indra's cheek and whispered softly, "It's okay, you're safe," hoping it would encourage her to let the medic take a look at her.