Bearclaw Valley and when we burst, start over, oh darling

mona blinked. phoenix maplewood. and also indra knew of the creek. there followed a sigh of relief edged in the interest she took regarding her friend's dour expression. the mayfair knew few details of indra's history, for her russet-furred companion was reticent and she herself socially unobtrusive. therefore with some consternation she sought indra's eyes. "whatever happened to your mother?"