Bearclaw Valley is it okay to cry, sometimes?

the stranger was quick to notice her, though in part she had her growl to thank for that. she watched coldly as his ears folded to his large skull -- and when he spoke a mien of deference seemed to carry in his words.

it was not enough to soften the stoniness of her countenance but the observation of his obeisance was enough to halt the defensive rumblings im indra's throat. she set her amber gaze upon him, noting he sported eyes not unlike her own. "well, you're too close. you'll have to find food elsewhere." she informed him fridigly, unsympathetic that he might have lost a meal. with laurel pregnant indra was taking no chances, and it bled into the feral manner in which she held herself.