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

laurel might have chastised the girl for her growl, but indra did not. in indra's mind, an expression of opinion was okay -- the physical manifestation of it, however, was not. nunataq's rumbles of disquiet did not dissuade indra, who licked on with a bemused twinge to her lips.

bath-time was swift, for indra recalled a time in memory where she disliked them too. rolling aside, she was pleased to see nunataq rise to the challenge of play. her limb was met with a snap; indra pulled it quickly away, though not before nunataq's teeth scraped her fur and she dove into indra's neck-fluff.

rumbling loudly of her own accord, indra pushed back, hunched her shoulders in defense, and nudged her head towards nunataq's body, teeth searching to gently wrestle a leg out from under the girl if she was even able to reach -- meanwhile, her neck was being harried by a bevy of sharp little teeth.