Bearclaw Valley been working so hard

lmao i still cant even get over my goof

indra presented the tattered wing, which flopped dejectedly in her mouth as marten's mismatched gaze poured over it. she hoped he would see it as food, and not a plaything -- but in truth, having forgot most of her own nursing and weaning experience, indra had no idea how to entice the boy to more carnal meals. it was a good thing in hindsight that merrick had been the only surviving child -- had she needed to support more than the three of them, indra would have been frankly in trouble.

she dangled the wing and then dragged it along the ground, where its feathers fanned out and snagged against the stone. "it's what mama eats," she murmured, dropping it and then nudging it towards the small boy. to lead by example she hoisted the rest of the duck between her paws and wrenched into it with a mighty tug of her teeth, masticating in an exaggerated fashion so that marten might be encouraged by seeing her eat it as well.