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

There were myriad of smells intermingling with Indra's own - some Nunataq recognized, but most of them were entirely new. She inhaled and analyzed thousands of particles, enjoying the sense of novelty and at the same time trying to draw connections between the existing visual concepts in her mind and the scent at hand.

This data processing was interrupted by Indra deciding that the puppy's face had to be washed thoroughly. Nuna suppressed a growl and let her do it, though she did not do much to hide the fact that she was not enjoying this. By now - being a one month older brat than before, her personality had begun to grow - she spoke her mind more often and tested the limits as well. All natural to most kids, but with Nuna's energy levels and demanding nature, this could become extra difficult in the months to come.

But a reward came, once Indra thought that Nuna's face was clean enough. She rolled to lie on her side and swatted at the pup with her paw. The girl's maw split in a happy grin and she jumped up to snap at the offending limb, and then she "assaulted" the soft, loose fur on Indra's exposed neck.