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!