Bearclaw Valley solitude

all indra had tried to do was gently push the girl back to her mother -- the absolute squall the red potato set up in response was so sharp indra leapt back, ears to her skull and a grimace on her muzzle. well damn, she thought, looking at laurel briefly to see if she had even noticed.

she hadn't. good. indra didn't want to get yelled at or accused for hurting anything -- particularly not something as precious as a newborn pup.

with new resolve she nudged at the tiny red tantrum again, this time trying to gently steer her back to laurel's flank as quickly as possible.