Bearclaw Valley And now there'll be no time to play

Moving with the lady at the helm of their little procession, Indra struggled to keep up with the new wound to her leg, and she didn't have the focus necessary to see where they were going or to try and find the pretty things along the way, as she might have back home. The trip wasn't long — but to Indra it felt endlessly arduous — and when given the instruction to hunker down in the medicine den, Indra was all too glad to obey.

The woman showed her some pockets of water; Indra didn't know what else to call the strange little dug-outs with their little collections. One in particular would help with the pain, she said, and as Indra moved to drink from it a second warning was presented: Only a few licks.

With a watery-eyed stare plastered on her face, the girl nodded and then dipped her snout towards the nearby water caught in the earth, and drank carefully.