Whitefish River I feel like prey, I feel like praying

skip over me if i'm holding things up

indra breathed rapidly, splay legged and unbalanced on the ground. she looked not unlike an  upturned ice-cream, splattered on the dirt without shape or bounds. this seemed an inviting prospect to milo, who caught her vulnerability and seized it. he practically bowled her over and indra sunk to the ground like a slug, her ears pinned and expression fixed with an angry glare. she would have stayed immobile did she not hear milo's demanding bleats; unwilling to be outperformed in gaining her mother's attention, indra clamored loudly besides the dark brother.