Bearclaw Valley oh inside, you feel like needles

Come spring, the Valley would be swarming with babies and hormones and cat-fights. One could be sure that by then, Blondine would be long gone, already on her scouting trip across the Wilds. While staying behind and earning a specialty in midwifery or sitting was always an option, it wasn't an appealing one. Part of her wondered if she might ever fall pregnant, but fear stopped the thoughts in their tracks. 

Up ahead was one of the meat caches and a lone Indra hovering over them. Immediately, Blondine's tail started at an enthusiastic wag as a loud chirp came from her maw. Indra began to turn and wander away, so Blondine followed dutifully, stopping only to ask, Where're we going?