Bearclaw Valley Be proud of who you are

it was a howl that disturbed the female from her sleep -- suddenly restless, indra slid upright and sleepily exited the den. she trusted laurel would keep an eye, if any, on the two waifish puppies that were not her own.

silently, indra forded her way down to the borders. when the familiar hedge of stone and cliff came into view, she caught two figures: one black, one white -- a perfect ying-yang of kaleidoscope colors. the first one she recognized, but the second one she did not -- sternly, indra slowed to a halt and regarded both austerely, wondering what the nature of their call was.