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

indra's ears were pressed firm against her skull, worry creasing her brow. blondine was closer than ever and yet -- distant. indra had never seen her this way and she had no idea how, on god's green earth, to console her.

she thought perhaps their failure had precipitated her friend's sudden disquiet, but could that really be it? they had failed at hunting before, and blondine had seemed unsinkable then. worry wormed its way into her thoughts. had she said something, done something? was there something she should have noticed, that she hadn't?

she was so focused on herself and realized it with a grimace -- damn it, indra, not everything's about you she admonished inwardly. something was visibly affecting blondine, but unless she divulged on what it was indra had no way to help her. her jaws tightened as she watched blondine rise and walk away without a word.

that stung, more than she wanted it to -- and suddenly, she felt hurt too. selfishly the girl spun on her own heels and hotly strode in the opposite direction.