Bearclaw Valley Earworm

from the sorry state of nunataq's quavering eyes, indra could tell she was in pain. it was a marvel that the girl was as composed as she was, indra thought -- for it had been a terrific impact. gingerly, the red wolf stepped over the hunched form, noting the tightly clamped position in which nunataq tensely held herself.

there was nothing indra could do; thus was the powerless struggle of mothers and caretakers alike -- to watch their little ones suffer, and know that the battle is not theirs to win. careful not to nudge nunataq, indra slunk to the ground and rested her head on her paws. she was very worried, and would sit there a while until the girl got up again.