Meadowlark Prairie Can't see the stars, but we're reaching

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indra's soft gaze followed the tyke as he looked from her to the decorations -- she said nothing as he hiked one leg dutifully after the other and strode over to what appeared to be a rotted paw lodged in the snow. indra's expression was puzzled -- what would he do? her ears pulled back at different intervals as she watched and waited --

until he kicked it; with a gasp of god fearing shock indra scrambled backwards as the macabre thing tumbled past. she brought her paw to her chest in a knee-jerk reaction of horror and looked at him, most affronted. "that was a person!" she cried, still upheaved from her volition backwards: "how could you do that?"

she was not angry at him, all the same an immense amount of frustration for his desensitation stirred in her. casting a look about her to ensure there was no audience (she had yet to notice cicero) she stole towards the severed limb and carried it several yards away. she glanced behind her once or twice to see if ramsey was following -- but if he wasn't, she wasn't going to stop what she was doing.

she dropped the detatched paw on the ground and started furiously digging with two from limbs. at first her claws screeched against the crusty layer of ice, and a few times she whined and bit at the permafrost until it gave way to dry and tumbling earth. "they ought to be buried." she said. "it's not right." with a grunt she nosed the limb into the shallow hole she had dug, and started to fill it with the mound of loose dirt besides it.