Wapun Meadow buried beneath ketchup packets

indra felt a trickle of a shudder wrack her spine as she felt the little creature's fingers rifle through her fur. she rose slowly, taking careful steps to not jostle her passenger. her ears turned back at the question, posed so casually she hardly recognized it. "friends?" she repeated dully, realizing the implication. "yeah, we can be friends."

she found herself lost in thought as she carried the raccoon across the tundra. the pair searched until sundown for the raccoon's friend, and at the last pale swath of orange light indra was seen heading for the valley alone.