Bearclaw Valley it was all right with me

the butchered half of rabbit saw a short span of existence before it was crunched by indra's cleaving jaws. with her gullet freshly filled she looked upon sif with immense thankfullness, appreciative of the sudden content in her belly. indra thought she was so kind and good-hearted to provide to her when she was just a stranger. guiltily, she wondered if she would do the same.

"no. thank you." she shook her head gently, carefully stretching in a manner that would not upset her injured back. "thank you sif." she repeated again, groaning as she settled into the snow with a soft heave. her meal had made her sleepy, and with her injury she was too feeble to fight back the onslaught of exhaustion as it creeped like tendrils of vines around her.