Bearclaw Valley her perfume crucified me with memories

heck he cute. as the dark cub turned his sunny gaze to her, indra felt an emotion clutch her heart; devotion, mother's love, protection, and an immeasurable sadness all at once. though her affection for her child had been slow to bud, its roots were deep - and had taken firm hold of a heart indra had done her best to close shut forever.

a smile played her lips, and the woman stepped over the child at her limbs and threw her sharp gaze to the world that waited beyond their den. "yes, we'll go outside." she confirmed, already taking long strides towards a bright patch of sunlight.