Bearclaw Valley now that i'm old, i breathe for it

@Bagheera

a loud clumpph jostled indra awake abrupty, her eyes fluttering open and pupils retracting rapidly from the brightness around her. she took in her surroundings for a moment: a brilliant swath of sunlight cut through the shelter of a douglas fir tree that she had curled up under -- and several feet away she found a freshly fallen mound of snow.

water trickled down the bough, and occasionally the tree shuddered as if shifting its weight -- causing a small calvacade of snow to deposit on the forest floor. indra was thoroughly awake now -- with a yawn and a ginger stretch she crawled out from the snow-laden boughs and looked into to the forest for laurel.