Bearclaw Valley in spite of all the wherewithal

In the last days of Indra's pregnancy, Nunataq was at complete loss, why her favorite person in the world had suddenly changed and told her off in a quite an angry manner. This was definitely not the obliging and patient caretaker she had known and this gave her a sense of wrongness and worry. And though she still spent the majority of her waking hours playing, exploring and learning with the other puppies, now and then she would steal herself away, approach the den's mouth and from a safe distance she would sniff out or try to see anything in the darkness. Now and then she would whimper quietly and listen, if any response came. Usually there was silence only and Nuna would go away.

Laurel had done a splendid job of keeping the hyperactive brat occupied and in line, in order to to disturb Indra. However, one day things changed and Nuna picked up the brown she-wolf's unrest, stopped playing and sat down, staring intently in the same direction, but not approaching, because the orders to keep a distance had been very clear. With focused gaze, furrowed brow, ears cupped forward and somewhat stiff stance, she looked worriedly from the adult wolf to the den, trying to comprehend, what was happening.