Bearclaw Valley keep stealing ribbons from the steel, and giving hell to every halyard you can

the tattered feather was not much, indra was afraid -- already she thought it might get lost in her mouth, so small was its remaining spine and frill. all the same it was big enough to have captured nunataq's attention and ambition; she smiled between clenched teeth to hear the girl's warlike growl as she peeled off after her aunt.

indra would do her best to give nunataq challenge, but she kept most of her movements tamed and not too abrupt -- for now, nunataq was learning, and there was little sport in using one's full advantages against a disadvantaged adversary. as nunataq jumped alongside her indra lowered her head just enough so that if the girl was quick, she might find it was she who had the desired feather now, and not indra.