Bearclaw Valley and this is the day, i die for it

a noise behind her caused indra to stop and turn, her hardened gaze softening as she recognized it as blondine. she had not wanted to talk to anyone - not xan, not that mute brute - laurel's company she always wanted, but she was glad that it was blondine's slim form in the distance and not any other packmate's. if indra had of known blondine knew what strange malaise it was that had taken hold of her, she would have turned and begged for explanation. she might even had demanded it -- so much had changed since their last meeting, and it had only been a short time. her heat caused her to be more fractious than normal, but it also caused her to be less timid -- at a later date she might find herself examining all that had happened and wondering if high tension and hormones had played their heavy part in it.

she took a few steps towards blondine and angled her muzzle down, attempting to give her an affectionate lick on her uninjured side. "hey," she rejoined quietly, swaying her hips as she turned to face blondine head on and assess her friend's injured muzzle. "how are you feeling?"