Bearclaw Valley I'm not lazy, I'm on energy-saving mode

indra tucked that information away -- that they had nests, not dens -- in hindsight it made sense they made their roost high in the canopy. indra had never seen an eagle nest -- most of the birds she interacted with were game like quail or ptarmigan, and they generally lacked the same ease of flight a raptor possessed. as such, their roosts were usually within reach for the redleaf; she thought guiltily of how often she had eaten them, and wondered if he carried any love for other winged species.

she didn't really care for fox or coyote, and wondered if it was the same thing -- she wasn't about to ask though.

it seemed sad to indra that he was solitary - she had been at her worst alone -- but she wondered if being born that way made it easier. perhaps ridge and others like him found it natural to comb the skies alone. indra could not imagine traveling such an expanse by herself. not without laurel.

he asked if laurel was nice and indra considered the answer carefully. laurel was nothing but nice to her, but she knew very few wolves thought her sister kind. "she's nice to me." she shrugged; she would never say anything negative about laurel. "if you're nice back, i'm sure she'd like you. so after you guys are born you all go away? i guess that makes family reunions less stressful. you don't miss them?"