Bearclaw Valley part time love ain't my destiny

indra welcomed the woman's touch, brushing against her as her russet form swept towards her. like blondine indra knew their connection should be salvaged; other than laurel it was quite possible indra's only friend was blondine.

be it by choice, or circumstance, indra had let so few into the confines of her heart.

she nodded at the woman's quiet murmur, her eyes softer than they had been in weeks as she swung her head and butted it gently against her packmate. "bygones are bygones." she reaffirmed, feeling relieved that they had resolved the strange spat they had.