Bearclaw Valley and when we burst, start over, oh darling

@Tadec welcome too! <3

she had settled with little reservation into the day-to-day of bearclaw valley. much to her delight, indra joined motherhood with her sister, and mona was delighted. two of her favorite creatures joined in the form of one small boy. she wanted to spend time with laurel and her brood, and hunt, and patrol — there was so much to do. 
the girl found renewed purpose in fulfilling tasks around the valley, and today was no exception. in her muzzle, the firebird proudly carried a duck she had killed outside the borders; she made a red-legged beeline for indra's den. nathaniel remained a brand in her heart; she had not seen him since departing tindome last. true to form, the girl attempted not to think much of it.
"@Indra?" the young mayfair murmured, after halting a polite distance away and dropping the duck to the ground. "i brought you uh, lunch." assuming, of course, the russet she-wolf even wanted food — mona was for the moment woefully unaware of how becoming the tap for a clusterfeeding newborn increased one's appetite to fevered levels.