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

indra was relieved her laugh was well met, and she offered a quiet smile as ridge mentioned only his pride had been stung by the blow. she would have felt the same way -- and did -- with the den.

she was surprised he did not know what a den was, and quizzically turned her head to the side as she answered. "oh - it's like.. a home. sometimes it's under a tree, or a hole in the ground -- sometimes it's even a cave! we were born in a cave, i think." she was surprised by her sudden chattiness, but perhaps it was because ridge seemed easy to talk to -- and unlike other wolves around her, he didn't seem to have some sort of ulterior motive she couldn't grasp.

he asked if she liked her sister and the truth was plain upon her face for him to see - there was nothing in the world indra loved more than laurel. "yeah. we're
always together. she looks like me except tawny - kind of like the color of your feathers. you never see your siblings? do you have a pack or are you alone?" come to think of it, while indra had seen many communal birds from geese to sparrows, she was not sure she had ever seen more than one eagle at a time -- if she was even lucky enough to glimpse them at all.