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

silver creek, where i was born. a startled current seemed to ripple through indra, its electric path ending in the creased furrow of her brow. she could hardly hold herself from a soft exclaim: "i know where that is -- " for she had spent a great deal of time there, as a cub.

it brought memories back to her, of her family -- memories she had buried deep. with a scowl she dismissed them, though mona's inquiry brought their faces to the surface of her mind once more. "phoenix maplewood. not so far from here. not as far as the creek, anyway."