Bearclaw Valley my sad soul forgot its pride

his laughter hurt more than the loss of her rabbit ears.
there was something sinister about him always, but familiar too, which indra could not place — and did not ultimately want to think about. she wanted freedom; she wanted water and food and to be somewhere else.
if the one-eyed man was happy with her, that was a good sign.
i won't run, i won't! her voice became adamant.
the man offered a threat. indra's fear took on a new flavor.