Bearclaw Valley Just jot me down on your to-do list under "put out like a fire"

it was still so strange to see the odd shapes that clung to laurel's sides; even though she had witnessed them come to this earth, indra was still taken aback that they had come from laurel -- were laurel's. she heaved a sigh, her tension still thick on her perched form as she eyeballed laurel. her sister was deep in slumber, and indra peered over the soft rise of her flank with fondness and fatigue.

it seemed only one pup had yet to sleep - indra watched him bemused as he wriggled, in some cadence the redleaf was oblivious to. eventually his motions quietened, and she could tell by the soft length of his exhale he too had succumbed to sleep.