Bearclaw Valley atonement so clean, replenishing me

indra turned her delicate muzzle into laurel's, embracing her sister's gesture with a rare brand of tenderness. she said nothing further for like laurel, in this particular exchange anything verbal was simply unnecessary. as with all close siblings, sometimes they were able to convey meaning without a single utterance.

she looked up as laurel pulled away, following behind her with the quiet dutifulness she had spent her entire life cultivating. when laurel asked if she was hungry her ears pulled forward in interest and she nodded: "always,"  indra was not ashamed to admit she was perpetually ravenous - she was a poor hunter, and it showed by the leanness of her frame.