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with the bird wing seized in her jaws, nunataq pounced upon it. rather than yank it out of reach (which would spoil the fun) indra held it at an angle, and nunataq's tiny teeth clipped onto the fragile thing with little growls. willing to match nunataq's energy indra let out her own quiet and playful growl, pulling the wing to-and-fro without full force in each tug. it was more fun to wrestle than to take, in indra's eyes, and she was thankful for the brief escape from her thoughts nunataq's ever-soaring presence offered.