Flycatcher Downs now that you're done shuffling the tits off the queens

indra was uneasy as she witnessed skwol pull laurel from the ground; she watched on like a fretted hen, afraid they would both resort to physical retaliation in her presence. she breathed an immense sigh of relief as laurel stayed her hand, though she could not truly read the expression her sister wore. she was slightly puzzled, but was distracted as skwol explained his reasoning for being so far in the valley.

it made sense to indra - she cast a fearful gaze upward, ears back as she mistrustfully scanned the skies. she was about to respond when she felt skwol suddenly press up alongside her -- the contact was alien and while it was not unwelcome, she felt her skin prickle on edge as his snout trailed down her neck. the motion rendered her spine in a chilled shudder, and while she did not rebuke his contact she eyed him in wary silence.