Bearclaw Valley Did you know that midgets make up a small percentage of the population?

a whallop of coughs caused indra to jolt from her leanings on the stone arch, her ears turned to the stirring infant with concern writ across her muzzle. the coughs subsided, but a cry persisted in its place -- indra rose to her feet and peered inward, taking some time to adjust to the dim light the den afforded. the perpetrator was already afoot, and indra followed his path with quiet interest.

she noted, belatedly, a smile present across his features -- and for a moment she wished to be so blissful. with a mirroring smile she stepped into the den and across the floor, her trailing muzzle extended to gently bump him away from collision with any walls.