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

whoosh! nunataq catapulted back like a loosened arrow. if it had been indra's design, nunataq hardly seemed to suspect it; she trounced around, scattering feather and bone alike in a series of tiny snarls, and then committed each fallen feather to certain ruin. indra smiled contently to herself; these behaviors were promising, and were but a shade of the fierceness to come.

she watched as the feathers fluttered about them, and when nunataq seemed to settle she gave the girl an appraising look. it appeared to convey a quiet pride -- after a while she rose stiffly. her movements were suspenseful and deliberate. once she had captured nunataq's full attention, she snatched the spindly spine of an eviscerated feather, and then galloped off.