Bearclaw Valley if the sun was always shining and our load always light

What now? Nuna sat down and looked at her caretaker, questioning the reasons behind the very clear "Stop it!" signal she had received in response to her affectionate approach. She followed Indra's gaze to and back from the deer and around the third time, a lightbulb lit up above that little not-so-bright head. She sprang to her feet, stood tall and scrutinized the deer with an intensity of an expertly thrown dagger.

She shot a side-glance to Indra, wagged the tip of her tale in understanding. Okay. Those guys, right? And though she had not the slightest idea, why the big ungulates were of such importance, she decided not to question or suggest anything of her own. Sometimes it was good to simply follow orders and not think too much about them.

But this resolution crumbled, when the teacher overdid a little of, what Nunataq was supposed to do next. This peculiar pattern of breathing was so odd that it required for the cub to sit down again and give another of those What the hell? looks and wonder, if everything was alright with Indra. Because now it felt that she was acting strange. Were the big guys responsible for this?