Silver Creek High Up To The Blue Skys, To The Wide Open Forests

With a yawn and a start Indra woke, her eyes slow to open. The den was empty; Laurel and Casmir gone. A worried sense of abandonment hummed in the little child's heart as her gut sank. Had they left her too? 

She bumbled from the den, reeling in surprise of the stark contrast of light. She was terrible tracker, but Casmir and Laurel both left large prints in their wake. Following their obvious tracks Indra came across the small procession. She was curious but nervously so -- with solemnity to her step she fell behind Shreya, her normally adoring gaze somewhat doleful as she looked to Spring.