Bearclaw Valley keep stealing ribbons from the steel, and giving hell to every halyard you can

she felt so fat, sitting there, an enormous hippo ready to burst. it didn't help nunataq had a streamlined youth to her, a tangle of lean limbs that contrasted directly against indra's heavy form. she rested her head on her tired legs and watched as nunataq seemed to think a moment and then discard the toy, offering it towards indra in what she knew was an attempt to garner play out of her.

better oblige her, indra thought with a smile -- she could play as lazily as possible and she imagined nunataq would still delight in it. with a laborious lunge she snapped at the wing, dragging it in front of nunataq with a playful spark in her sad eyes.