Bearclaw Valley She's got the high score and you're coming off way too keen

Quod licet Iovi, non licet bovi - what was permissible to Indra was not permitted to either Marten or Lucas. Nunataq endured, what she perceived as a breach of her personal space, with a face of a holy martyr. Touch was inevitable price to pay for mutual affection and she let her caretaker have her moment, while remaining reserved herself. Only her keen gaze that was laced with unsual and sincere softness revealed that she was in company of a very special person.

Which could not be said about the other two. She bared her teeth at Marten, warning him not to come any closer, thus refusing to admit that they were related or had shared anything with each other in the past at all. And poor and unsuspecting Lucas was met with an aggressive snap, telling him to stop, where he was. Where there had been a hint of sincerety just seconds before, was now a cold and hard gaze of a person, who does not acknowledge any familiarity and does not even wish for the other one to be here.

Indra was a friend that Nunataq did not wish to share with others.