Flycatcher Downs Love without complications galore

commitments had a way of derailing traveling plans; were wraen to lament her bungie-lifestyle, indra would have commiserated -- family, children, mates - it did all get in the way of any self-discovery journey.

much like wraen there were things in indra's secret heart she wished to see: the coastline, the roaring rivers of the south, the warm honeyed plains beyond the valley. these realms sat in her imagination becking with their temptingly undiscovered footpaths, but indra did not obey their call. her roots were deep in the valley, black roots as they were, they were still ingrained thickly. merrick. laurel. the apaata children. tadec.

selfishly indra hoped wraen would stay, so that they could remain in contact. if wraen traveled beyond the sphere of the valley, would indra ever see her again?

"i traveled a lot before bearclaw." indra commented, the tone of her voice suggesting it was more out of necessity than leisure. "we moved around a lot when i was a puppy. our parents were... hmm. i guess they were mates before we were born, but broke up. if one was in the picture, the other one wasn't." she nudged a small pebble with a paw as they walked:

"and then one day, they weren't in the picture at all. so laurel and i did a lot of wandering, just trying to survive. that's how we found bearclaw."