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

she watched as the cat unsheathed and resheathed her limber claws, not unlike talons as they slid in and out of their digits and punctured the snow with thin slices. indra did not relish feeling their sting again, but she was too angry, too incensed to possibly back down.

she lifted her muzzle boldly and her amber gaze fell on the cat with disdain. "i don't think i will." she snarled, taking a step towards the cat with her lips lifted in threat. "this is my home. one howl and the wolves will come to end you if i don't first. one howl is all it takes." she lowered her muzzle to protect her throat and her teeth were still bared, her tongue pressed against their sharp edges as she growled once more. "go away." indra reaffirmed, ready for retaliation should the cat provide it.