Lost Creek Hollow fuck this shit

Wyatt was gone. Laurel knew this would happen, but he was really gone. In her absence things had only grown worse and now, she had had enough. She wouldn't stay in this shit hole one day longer, where the children disappeared one by one. Laurel called a distressed call for @Indra when she concluded she could find no trace of Wyatt or his scent anywhere near the pack's territories. She felt very 'I told you so'ish about their discussion a few weeks prior but decided she needed to be the bigger wolf for now, because obviously she needed Indra to come with as they searched for the lost pups.

Impatiently Laurel waited for her sister, ready to leave right about two hours ago.