Bearclaw Valley I'm not lazy, I'm on energy-saving mode

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indra had coursed the hare's scent until the outskirts of the valley, and unwilling to press further had turned back towards the borders with a deep expression of disgust on her features. she had done nothing but fail since her arrival - first she had lost her tail and been grievously injured, and not once had she felt she contributed to the pack in any way save for bolstering its numbers.

she stopped as she came upon a clearing, having seen a swadow flutter along the snowpack. looking up at the dark douglas firs she saw a bird with a massive wingspan alight upon a gnarled bough. the landing was graceful and calculated and she watched with a sense of apprehension, secretly aware of her fortune that she was born a wolf and not a rodent.

quietly she strode closer, her attention still rapt on the bird. what was it doing? did it have purpose in the valley, like laurel? or like her was it a soul isolated from others despite being surrounded by nothing but kind and helpful individuals.