Bearclaw Valley oh captain, who is your captain?

HENLO STALKER

indra had been unaware of ridge's presence above until a distinctive screech hailed her. she halted in her tracks and looked around her, the carcass dangling in her jaws as she did so. it took her a moment to locate her friend, for his plumage blended well with the cheerless brown of the valley's trees.

she wondered if he had called her out of hunger -- carefully she turned round to look at him and dropped the hare's limp form onto the snow. it had been intended for laurel, but if he wanted it, she did not mind sharing. "hi." she called out into the treetops, squinting against the glare of the sun. "hungry?"