Bearclaw Valley when i was young, i needed it

u guys melting my heart
indra was dimly aware of a figure approaching -- she cowered immediately, pushing her muzzle deep into the slow as she closed her eyes and awaited death to come. but it didn't. instead she heard xan's familiar voice, and slowly she pulled her head from the burrowed snow and looked piteously upon him.

when laurel came, horror and concern painted clearly across her face, indra's sobbing rose anew to see her sister's vulnerable expression. she trembled in the snow and turned her head weakly to her sibling, trying to reciprocate laurel's gentle kisses with feeble laps of her own. "i-i'm cold." she shuddered, her voice hoarse with pain. "he wanted to eat me," she cried, trying to worm her way under laurel as pain and sobs wracked her body. she was still in shock; her voice was thick and almost slurred, and tremors razed her small body.

now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turning gold,
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.