Bearclaw Valley survival leaves little room for anything else

The spindly moonlighter was careful to keep his distance for the new mother. He did not wish to cause any sort of commotion that would cause Laurel to feel antipathy for him. Tadec only wished to provide for the family that Indra had cared for; he wished to feel the connection that was shared between the sisters in the same manner. Their kindness had been more than he could have ever desired.
 
Dropping the rabbit so that she could collect the prize, the thief fixed her with a pair of sparkling lantern eyes. The tip of his tail twittered about on the earth, and he felt his paws itch with a need to move. Still, the subordinate held his ground and remained respectfully low in comparison. She offered him thanks and he afforded her a slight twitch of his muzzle and curling of his lips. Pleased that she had accepted his boon, Tadec lifted his rear from the ground and allowed the dark tip of his tail to flair behind him, jittering back and forth rapidly. “No need for thank,” he assured her, still bowing his skull. “Laurel important to Indra. How are pups?” the thin-limbed crow then inquired with a slight tilting of his narrow skull.