Bearclaw Valley Drink me

The woman sat and waited. She gave Indra an order and watched her after. It was a familiar feeling -- to be watched, to have the company of a female presence -- which in part emboldened Indra towards the stones where the rabbit was stashed.
She approached this and ducked behind, in to the shadows. Looking down at the bits and pieces that were left: a head with long flopped ears, a chewed neck. It was so small; its eyes were cold and glassy like the coyote's and upon making that connection Indra felt an immediate revulsion.
She reached out for those soft ears and stood suspended for a moment, hesitating, wanting to feel the soft feeling that made her so happy before -- but frozen there so close to it.
This wasn't for her. The woman wanted it. It was for the bear. She only took a moment but grabbed for the ears after and turned around. Indra came trotting from the shadows a moment later with the rabbit's remains in tow.