Otatso Wetlands will you be ready when the straw-boss calls?

oh, was she mad -- indra watched with a concealed smirk, highly amused by the righteous and unholy wrath that seemed to emanate from the girl. she was so young to be so furious, but indra supposed it was children that had true mastery over the skill of 'tantrums', and that this was simply one of many she would witness as nunataq's caregiver.

indra didn't try to catch the girl's attention again (she had an idea she'd likely catch teeth soon as affection, anyway), but she fell in step behind the smoky girl, noting the fleet snap of her feet as she strode confidently (and angrily) away. at one point a stick was seized and brandished up high like a war-spear -- indra half expected a war-cry to bellow out after, but none came.

she resigned to giving nunataq her space: this stormy outburst was not a mood she thought she could settle -- better to give nunataq her own time to soften the edges of her anger. once they reached the stern faces of bearclaw's stony monuments, indra slipped off to the cache for a late afternoon meal. later, she would visit nunataq -- and hopefully by then the irascible seas of her budding wrath would have subsided.