Bearclaw Valley in spite of all the wherewithal

indra would speak nothing of what transpired in that quiet den; as shapes moved outside she answered their presence with thick guttural snarls. deep, unsettlingly violent snarls that the likes of which had never fully been articulated from her lips. of this dark place in which she had settled she had no name, and would never speak of.

the cairn of dead puppies was at length taken care of, but not before she fell upon their tiny and bedgragged shapes in fury. why had they died? what had she done wrong? why had only one lived -- and what foul beast was it that choked the lives from his siblings so callously and uncaringly?

indra could not look on merrick; not immediately -- once she was sure both nunataq and laurel had left she stole from the den with the tiny heads of her dead children in tow.

she would bury them into the cold and uncomprehending earth, and would speak of them no more.