Bearclaw Valley I'm not lazy, I'm on energy-saving mode

the bird above her shifted his feathers and with a bob of his magnificently hooked beak let loose a barrage of cries -- cries that caused indra to startle in place. her hackles rose unceremoniously down her spine and she pulled her ears back in alarm, her curious expression warped into startled worry.

she did not want to incite the raptor. something about its presence suggested it was a true predator -- some apex and higher being of a primordial and fierce order she was not accustomed to. she looked away hurriedly and went to leave -- but not before casting the bird a furtive glance. "i wish i could fly." she muttered half to herself as she picked over the half-melted snowpack, carefully changing her route so that she could still view the bird out of the corner of her eye as she went.