Noctisardor Bypass trash mountain

we can! :D good to see Sequoia back <3

Of all Laurel said, the thing that Sequoia picked out was how little she meant. Laurel felt anger creep up on her, for how Mahler had reduced her to this. She knew that she was worth more than this, but somehow it never came out; and for now, Mahler was the easiest one to blame for that. She cared so much about him, and yet he spat her out so willingly. Yet how could she ever explain to Sequoia just why it meant so much to her, in such a bad way, what Mahler had done? How could she explain that for her, it was just different to be sent out of the pack when in heat, because she was so afraid of men? Mahler was the second man that Laurel had trusted after... Me. And he had betrayed her trust like that.

It was hard to find the words to explain, especially in her distressed state. Laurel sniffled, stifled another sob and then she said: I didn't want to leave the pack, when I was in heat. I couldn't — couldn't be with another man. But he told I had to leave, he sent me to some man I didn't know. It was... Laurel took in a shaky breath, and her final word was quieter, as if she didn't truly want for Sequoia to hear it, .. Humiliating. Laurel did not realise fully that it might sound like the act itself was humiliating, like the man she was with was not a good man, even though that wasn't the intent of her words.