Bearclaw Valley oh inside, you feel like needles

she trailed the snow, soft huffs of her breath upsetting the light powder in gentle gusts. she was inwardly pleased to see the arrival of her friend and she acknowledged it with a brief, warm smile. as blondine spoke, indra pulled her muzzle from the ground and snow flecked it. she passed a thin tongue along her lips, considering their options with a single ear akilt.

"we could look for some hares or birds. maybe some grouse? i got a cache for laurel over by her den.. for the puppies." she suggested and then trailed off, her expression troubled as she thought of how little the cache had -- maybe two week's worth of food, and not much at all for a nursing mother. indra's gaze roved over blondine's cheery form as she considered where they could go for the most success in their next hunting endeavor. "i think there's a warren over by the creek," she said, motioning with her muzzle in the direction of the water's edge.