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

mona could not keep the pleasure from her countenance when indra's own brightened with a smile. "silver creek, where i was born." turning, the firebrand gestured vaguely to the sunspire mountains. "beyond that range is another land, and beyond that, more mountains. and over them is the hinterlands where the creek lies."
it would be a long journey, perhaps even a fortnight even with two spry young wolves. but indra was willing and mona was excited to share something with her currently denbound companion. she would need a break from the little boy, but tadec was here, and so was the rest of bearclaw. more than likely, however, it would wait until the following spring or summer. 
a curiosity came to her. "where were you born, indra?" for the mayfair could not recall if the redleaf had given the specifics of her own lineage.