Bearclaw Valley whatever it takes

if no one notices her, feel free to skip me next round <3

it was difficult to make out the conversation from the lattice-like husk of ferns that enveloped her, but indra would not betray her presence -- at least not willingly. laurel had always been the bolder of the two, the more cunning of the two -- indra was happy to let this incidence unfold without her intervention, for she feared her exposure might ruin whatever machination her tawny sibling had devised.

she squinted between a broad blade of bracken fern, thankful that its burnt sienna surface was not unlike her own. she would remain motionless unless something happened -- but for now, she played the role of "expert spy" quite poorly.