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

That idea had gone pretty down-hill - Nuna realized, while tumbling down from the rock again from the impact Indra had caused by pulling abruptly away. A bit of pondring and wriggling later, the cub had reassembled her four limbs and was standing on her feet again.

A good shake on her coat and she was ready to be back in business, had it not been for the obvious absence of her opponent on the rock. Unable to add causes and consequences, she was curious as to what had prompted the russet she-wolf to go.

And in order to get her answers, she ambled towards caretaker, took a seat next to her and with ears perked up and with few inquiring wags of her tail, looked up at her. The expression was one that conveyed a lot of sourness, which perplexed the cub even more. She averted her gaze and looked around now to see, what were the reasons behind Indra's sudden change in demeanor.