Bearclaw Valley Should I sink or swim

indra remembered the male from the hunt, but beyond that, he was a stranger to her. she afforded him a curt cant of her muzzle, appreciative of the careful deportment he held. her gaze trailed down to the deposited gopher -- perhaps he planned to cache it, or perhaps he. like her, had someone to care for. she didn't ask after his intentions, instead she supplied in a quiet tone: "indra."

her stature remained somewhat formal, though in afterthought she added: "laurel's sister." whether or not that meant anything to the black male remained to be seen.