Noctisardor Bypass trash mountain

Sequoia entered the dug out dirt den and Laurel smiled at her as she said that she had brought a snack. In an ocean of wolves who didn't give a shit about her, Laurel liked to think that Sequoia cared at least a little bit. She was the closest thing that Laurel had to a friend right now. However, Laurel also knew that Sequoia cared for Mahler in some way and she knew she couldn't tell her absolutely everything. It was hard to filter, but she supposed she'd just see what would come.

Thank you, she said with a grateful nod as she pulled the rabbit close and took a bite. Sequoia meanwhile gushed over how tiny Abel and Indra were, and Laurel smiled. She pointed out each one as she said, This is Indra, a namesake to my deceased dear sister, and this is Abel. Nobody had to know that Indra was in fact her sister; Laurel had met enough wolves to know to naturally distrust them and their judgements. She knew how even the kindest wolves could judge if they thought you were wrong, after all.

Laurel hesitated to say any more, it seemed, but in the end she returned to the rabbit and waited for Sequoia to respond first. They could talk after eating; Laurel realised after taking the first bites just how hungry she was.