Bearclaw Valley oh inside, you feel like needles

indra slowed to a stop as blondine's voice changed perceptively, some jest hidden in the depths of her tone. she surveyed her comrade with a seriousness in her gaze, as if sizing up an opponent. she sucked in a deep breath as if a sigh of exasperation, and stirred to speak as soon as she had blondine's attention. something in the way the russet woman spoke suggested a challenge -- and it awoke a benign streak of competition in the redleaf girl.

"well... wait..." she called, as blondine had already pulled ahead: "hold on i got a thorn in my paw --" she ducked down for a moment as if to pull out whatever prickly thing ailed her -- only, it was a trick! with a cheeky grin she suddenly bolted, delivering a playful nip at blondine's hocks before barreling down the valley... and probably giving every rabbit within five hundred miles fair warning of their approach.