Bearclaw Valley and this is the day, i die for it

she believed there was an almost imperceptible edge to blondine's expression as they first made eye-contact, but she could not give it tangible form in words. she let the moment pass, studying the wound laid bare on her friend's face. it troubled indra that blondine would go the rest of her life without use of that eye. it wasn't right.

she offered a diffident shrug of her shoulders in return. "your eye looks better. i'm the same." she still held a slight limp in her gait, and still favored her haunches most long nights, but the wound had run its infected course and now was just a large, ugly cut. "i don't want to be here. i wanted to maybe explore the fringes.. do you want to hunt out there?"