Bearclaw Valley Bees, bees, bees - everywhere - bees!

If Indra was sort of a mix between a good policeman and fairy godmother with whom Nunataq felt no qualms about being rough at times, pushing boundaries to the furthest point possible, then it was entirely different with Laurel. The moment the little piranha had met this she-wolf she had instinctively known that this was a no-nonesense person. You did not mess with her, you did not act like a fool in front of her (like pretend that you did not hear her) and you obeyed - plain and simple, no questions asked. And it had not taken any corrections from her side for Nuna to understand. Naturally she went on with her mischief, but in Laurel's presence - within the acceptable borders.

This respect for authority, however, did not mean it was easy to follow, therefore she winced, when she heard Laurel's voice, commanding her to stop and return. Nuna did, what she was told, though her spirit rebelled against this and the pull of the outside world was still very strong. To compensate for it, she cast a quick glance around, spotted a small piece of antler that was lying on the ground, pounced at it immediately and picked it up. Then - holding it proudly between her jaws - so that all puppies and adults alike could see, what had been her plan from the very beginning (:D) and how cool she was now, returned to the group.