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

indra in truth expected more spitfire from the little piranha, who instead was startled and then simply accepted the rebuke, as if it were a matter of recourse. perplexed by nunataq's sudden disinterest, indra lowered her body across the stone and visually stalked the girl's wanderings with her paws draping over the lip of the rock.

eventually nunataq seized something hidden in the grass, and when she sported it aloft its form was revealed: the worried fringe of a long-splintered bone. indra eyed it for a moment as if skeptical, and then without much a word launched from her point in the rock and harried the girl's hocks with a bevy of fiendish nips.