Bearclaw Valley her perfume crucified me with memories

indra had been sleeping, and was unaware of merrick's stirring. what little sleep she gleamed was suddenly and coarsely ended by a cacophony of shrill howls and yips. startled out of sleep, indra immediately rose -- and whacked her head on the roof of the den in result.

slumping immediately and cursing the smarting pain that rounded her aggrieved noggin, indra cast her sullen gaze on her son as he summoned the sky with his tiny howls. despite the ringing in her ears, she could not begrudge him the quiet smile that crept across her muzzle. ok, he was kind of cute -- even if he had just scared the daylights out of her just then.