However, something else caught her eyes. A young pup- he was most probably the prince of the pack. It settled her nerves a little; after all this alpha was probably not unlike her own mother. The thought steadied her mind, though she almost choked on the thought of Boughinn leader.
The stranger she had just met spoke first, giving his name- with a suspicious slight hitch. Laurel had heard that sort of stumble before, usually when her age mates had gotten into trouble, ready to lie. She was close enough to catch it- but she doubted the alpha and her son had. It was the sort of thing not easy to hear from a further distance. When Jaime was done, she almost stumbled in speech herself- "I'm Laurel Boughinn, and I suppose I'm also here to learn about the Lore. Um, I ran into a wolf named Atlas the other-" Week, month? Laurel couldn't remember- "day, and he reported me?" She internally winced at the end, a weak sounding question that made her seem rather dull.