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

;-;

indra expected to turn around and see her friend expertly deflect their defeat - instead, it seemed to unravel her. indra's ears swept back as blondine sunk her thin frame into the snow, and as she pulled closer she could see her friend's body heave with a dry sob.

indra was no stranger to breakdowns -- she pulled close enough that she could sink in the snow alongside her friend, and gently she thrust her muzzle into blondine's face with gentle licks. part of her wanted to press, to ask what was wrong -- but she knew whatever the answer was, it wouldn't chase the fact her friend was in distress right now.

"it'll be okay." she tried to comfort blondine, though she felt woefully inadequate. laurel never exposed her vulnerability this way, and while indra frequently felt herself the brunt of life's cruel joke, she knew better than to think less of her friend. life had a funny way of kicking people when they were down, and indra knew that.