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

unfurling with relief when indra took the bird, mona nevertheless swept her ruddy auds forward at the sussuration of the other. indra's emotions were tangible; the mayfair tasted them upon each of the new mother's soft tones. and, while the girl was aware she herself knew even less when it came to nurturing the young, mona smiled gently all the same.
"i think you're doing a wonderful job, indra. please... please tell me if there is anything i can do," the mayfair purled, and then rolled her shoulders with contentment spreading across her features. "i ... i really like it here," the druid-child murmured shyly, and here her countenance adopted an expression of gratitude; it had been indra to suggest the valley, after all.