Bearclaw Valley when everyday's like a war between the will to go on

I am occupying all your threads, but this looked like it needed some loving. :)

Nuna was first to break free from the play sparring that was going on, when Indra appeared. Her face was covered in drool an there was a small split on one of her ears, where someone's teeth had grabbed it just a bit too hard. Not to mention her being covered in dirt and mud from the river-bank. But to indicate that she was not entirely blameless either, there were some tufts of light fur sticking out from her mouth.

She approached the russet she-wolf with a happy grin and wagging tail, getting up on, what little space was left on the slab of the stone and sniffing her caretaker's face and nape all over, to find out, where had she been and what had she been doing. Without Nunataq.