Bearclaw Valley and this is the day, i die for it

indra frowned as the woman pulled away -- she steeled her rejection by reminding herself that blondine was hurt and she had no idea what her friend was going through. she was uncertain and she swallowed slowly, accepting her friend's rejection by pulling her muzzle away and looking out into the forest where the deer had disappeared. she did not want to seem too overbearing, but she also wanted to show she genuinely cared --- why was this so hard? what could she do?

"what's wrong?" she hated that question -- she truly did -- but saw no other way to help her friend that was clearly flailing under her inadequate care.