Bearclaw Valley Earworm

indra whirred approvingly; nunataq's teeth, hard as they were, were clasped gently around her paws. indra much preferred that to harshness, and would have ended the game then and there had nunataq's mouthing turned into masticating.

it was hard work balancing on the log and fending off the tiny menace, who was not so tiny anymore -- nunataq was growing day by day, and soon would match indra in height. keeping the log nunataq-free was challenging, and she put up a good effort to jawspar with the girl even as her teeth caught her cheek.

the pull from nunataq's grip was enough to capsize indra's already precarious position. slow at first, ever looming like the pendulous swing of an upended tree, indra went crashing towards the ground with a growl. the earth was quick to meet her, but her paws were quicker -- she broke the fall in a catlike manner, but would have little time to react if nunataq changed course and went for the log... or her..