Bearclaw Valley now that i'm old, i breathe for it

indra let loose a huge sigh of relief as the cat turned. for a moment it looked as if the feline had intentions to attack her, and indra was regretting her bluff -- but the cat bought it, and with one last vindictive spray of words hurled at indra, turned tail to leave.

indra was left alone in the woods to reflect on what had just happened. adrenaline still wracked her body and her heart coursed mad as a march hare's. for the first time in her life she had been violent - physically, actually violent - and the thought both sickened and excited her.

she sat there for some time ruminating over what had just transpired, but when she finally struck off it was a different indra that resumed her patrol along the perimeter of the forest -- not the indra that had woken up alone that day.