Bearclaw Valley part time love ain't my destiny

indra had thought at length about blondine's abrupt departure, though as the days passed the sting of her being left alone confused in the woods had mostly faded. childishly her feelings were hurt, and fear of embracing (or revisiting) that wound, she had not chased after any of blondine's scents since. she wanted to, but complex emotions that were very turbulent and very unclear, seemed to steel her against it.

she had a faint suspicion the abernathy woman had taken pains to avoid her; at the very least, she was insecurely convinced blondine no longer liked her. for that reason indra had taken her own care to avoid the woman as well, though it pained her to do so.

that day found indra on impetuous heels, gunning straight for outside the borders when she came across blondine. it was too late to turn around or pretend she had not seen the woman -- the snow was a poor concealer, and even then, the wind was not in her favor. stonily she slowed to a halt, her thin paws placed atop one another in a pigeon-footed stance that seemed both unsure and unwilling.