Bearclaw Valley when everyday's like a war between the will to go on

AW; maybe a tiny hunt with puppies?

on more than one occasion, indra had habitually made for the old den-site -- a mistake that cost her twice her time, and great annoyance. she had been lost in thought each time, and had realized quite belatedly that she had headed for the wrong site. the new rendezvous had been largely beneficial; the pups were afforded more room, and she and laurel now once more slept under the same eave; this was the world indra liked, the cloak of security one felt being blanketed by the constant presence of family.

this time, the puppies were in high spirits as she came upon them; one wrestling the other, the squeal of someone being tormented, and the growl of the tormenter. indra listened to these signs of blissful childhood and passed them quietly, resting on a flat slab of stone not too far from where they played.