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

as with all things sentimental and sweet, they were greviously shortlived. indra had enjoyed this assumed mutual token of affection -- but her eyes flew open as teeth clutched her ear, and a wringing pain flung down her sensitive ears.

she growled and yanked her head away immediately, heedless if it caused further grief to her already aggrieved ear. fun-time was over, as far as she was concerned -- on account of nuna's betrayal, of course.

she appeared far more fiercely offended than she felt, but kept up the ruse nonetheless; coldly, as if she had been gravely wounded, indra turned away from nunataq and stalked several feet away. plopping her haunches on the ground, she pointedly kept her back to nuna, and her ears swept back in an unwelcome scowl.