Bearclaw Valley seal the clouds with grey lining

While Laurel presumably slept, Indra kept sentinel outside the den, still and as prim as some victorian sculpure. She was relieved to have located -- she wanted no part in helping Laurel rear her children alongside them .


Her mind was still on overdrive, but as night settled into morning her tensions calmed and she headed to the cache, extracting a frozen grouse from the stony keep. She paused under the mouth of the den lest Laurel did not want company -- tentatively she brought her offering to her exhausted sister, her amber eyes soft with worry. Three whelps rested contently against Laurel's flank - the sight of them moved her in a way she had never experienced before.