Every time she left the comfort and safety of the Mists, bad things happen.

They were gone for too long after that door took them elsewhere, got beat up and captured, and their escape led to mother getting hurt.

They went to a wedding, mother disappears.

Now Maggy is gone, and mother returned and told everyone they're moving!!

What the fuck mom!

Only bad things could happen now, little Krone was certain, bad, bad, horrible things.

During the trip up here, she stuck herself right in the middle of the group, trying to keep mother and father in sight despite the fact they've doomed them all.

All of them now!

Laurel was torn, really, the comfort and safety of Saga mixed in with the dread and fear of leaving the only place they've called home.

Home, where they were safe.

...mostly.

But now, now! Now they were in the unknown! Forests of blood! The stench of a man that was not theirs soaked into the fallen leaves, the dirt with his piss, even as the warriors spread out to cover the ground and rid it of the stranger stink.

Who knows if that will even happen, if the stinky man-- the original stinky, not the....count scarula Amon called him? That doesn't seem like a real name-- will find them before they settle in properly. She has no doubts Nyra would kill him, or he would get dog piled, but he would probably find a way to kill at least someone.

With her luck, it would be her or her mother.

Magnolia was probably already dead, but if she wasn't, she'd probably get herself killed too.

The rain was on the horizon when the girl woke this morning, leaving the den only to pee and drink water, tail tucked in and jumping at the slightest of sounds. The sounds of sticks underpaw behind her had her leaping in fright.

High into the air, much, much higher than intended. (10 feet, to be exact, who knew she could reach that high!)

Help.

What goes up, must come down, and Laurel certainly hadn't prepared to be scared into this big of a jump! How would she land? Would she break something, shatter something?

Thankfully (unfortunately?) when she went down, there was a nice soft dad under her to break her fall, though her teeth clacked together something fierce when she collapsed onto the man and something felt like it cracked. It was hard to tell what, exactly, had cracked, but that wasn't the biggest issue at the moment.

She'd been frightened so bad by the snapping of the twig, that she launched herself away! Dangerously away! The younger Laurel, the one that hadn't been through anything but finding dead coyote pups, would have turned and faced the noise with no fear!

But this was a different Laurel now, one that jumped at shadows.

Promise of power and might gone, replaced by a frightened rabbit.

But it was just dad.

Of course it was just dad, stomping around.

Laurel laid on him, almost reminiscent about her puphood, how many times did she lay on him like this when she was little? Now, it was embarrassment, a pain radiating in her jaw from when her head slammed into his back as a whine escaped her. She didn't move, practically limp over him like a dead deer, a pathetic sight really.

But! Her fears were gone now! Yay!