Horizon Ridge If you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do

while indra had done none of the traveling herself, she was cross and sore from being carried for so long. she had been an unkind traveler to casmir, and while it was not on purpose to spite the young male, she had started to resent being scooped up by him and had often tried to scramble away before secured. when they finally stopped and she was gently dropped in the ground she was off like a rocket -- a clumsy, bumbling rocket.

she immediately made for mother, who was addressing the wolves around her. tentatively she stepped under her mother's carriage and peered out at the other wolves wide-eyed from the comfort of her mother's two front legs. she babbled quietly as her mother spoke, and while her mother was distracted addressing the masses she sought to gummily gnaw on one of her forepaws.