Phoenix Maplewood Nothing but dust in the shadows

as any child would, indra was learning to explore her boundaries. her vision, still quite a new thing to her, had not yet entirely formed -- while she could see small shadows and the fierce brightness of the entrance of the den, it was the smaller details that escaped her. like saena's trailing paw. with milo screaming besides her (and she thankfully deaf to it) she clambered up on her shaky little limbs and sought out laurel, the only other familiar figure in the den. laurel was sitting upright and indra, aware of her presence, stalked stiffly over to her to clumsily engage in a play spar.