Bearclaw Valley when i was young, i'd feed on it

indra shook her head in earnest: if there was a single redeeming quality in bears, she didn't see it -- she agreed wholeheartedly with the man's softspoken words. nevermind that a bear, like her, was an individual. in the small redleaf's eyes, all bears were subject to utmost avoidance.

her gaze flickered as he asked where she was from, and something speared across her vision - it was an inscrutiable expression, gone the moment it hit reality like the flames of a shooting star. she held phocion steady in her gaze a minute. where was she truly from? she had lived in so many parts of the teekon and none felt like home.  "here. phoenix maplewood." it was likely she would never set foot in phoenix maplewood again. "you?" she hoped for his sake his answer was one clearly defined, and not wrought with so much turmoil or trouble.