Bearclaw Valley when everyday's like a war between the will to go on

before long the redleaf's solitude was broken; the form of company was not entirely unwelcome, and she affectionately watched bearclaw's fiercest cub-competitor wrestled with the stone slab, and eventually triumph over its rough edges.

an inquisitive nose snuffed along her neck and cheek - for a few seconds she groomed the girl's forehead (if she was still enough to allow it). once a situable amount of saliva had been draped across nunataq's features, indra collapsed to her side playfully, swatting a heavy (yet gentle) paw in nunataq's direction in play.