Tuktu Weir Perfect strangers

'noooo,' mumbled indra sleepily, her form slumped like a sodden hedge in the den. laurel was insistent -- too insistent -- indra's pink tongue curled in her mouth in a mighty yawn as she felt her sister batter her repeatedly. 'alright alright i'm up,' she hissed, stumbling in the dark towards laurel's rapidly retreating form.

she kept her distance from laurel, feeling a great sense of loss -- she was cold and she was tired and now they were in the woods and all she wanted was to sleep. she was just about to let laurel have a piece of her mind (which would have been laughable really, as indra was easily subdued) when she thought she heard something near them. she froze, feeling the fur on her nape run upright. 'l-laurel.' the red child blubbered, horror seeping her chest as a dark figure broke from the shadows.