Windsong Fjord [BWP] start with misdemeanours

Coyotes were always around to cut the evening short, but this time Laurel was a little thankful for them. He didn't want to sit there and talk things out anymore. Maybe that's why he liked Vaken — the two seemed to express themselves more with biting and shoving than with actual words. It wasn't easier, per se, and Laurel didn't think either of them were quite getting their messages to one another, but it sure beat the other option.

He took a step. "It's Lauraceae, by the way. Laurel for short. After my uncle, or something." An uncle he had, and would never, know, no thanks to the apparently-murderous tendencies of his father. But he was still trying to push those thoughts away. "And my offer still stands." Because, even if Laurel wasn't going to admit it out loud, he liked Vaken, in a weird, I hate you sort of way. Sure, Vaken had said he was "a lone wolf for a reason," but Laurel was convinced that Vaken had about as good of a reason as he did.

A coyote howled and Laurel took his leave.

— Exit Laurel!