Porcupine Ridge but i am drifting

her eyes closed as marten's head brushed atop her shoulders in a gesture of affection. what followed, spoken by the boy with such quiet conviction, moved indra -- a fondness immeasurable spread across her sorrowed countenance, and she returned the gesture with a butt of her own head. "likewise." and certainly, if it had been marten instead of lucas or wyatt here, she would have cajoled, begged, and kicked until laurel searched alongside her. in the end, that was what family was for, right?

drawing away from the rather heavy conversation, marten offered a wry look and asked of rupert -- with a jolt, indra recalled the boy's pet, and a smile fell to her features. "oh, sure. he's probably asleep and somewhere deep in the mud."

jostling marten gently, indra supplanted a tender kiss to his forehead and looked skyward. "we should hunt, the afternoon light favors it." without waiting for an answer the redleaf skipped towards the beach, ready to find sustenance along the shoals.