Otatso Wetlands will you be ready when the straw-boss calls?

Nunataq was still out of breath, when Indra acknowledged her presence and graced her with a smile. Unable to mirror the expression of her caretaker due to the more neccessary task of soothing her burning lungs with as much oxygen as possible, she responded with a wagging tail, that tapped lightly against the ground. Had the girl known that this would be one of the last moments in the coming weeks, when she would have Indra's attention all to herself, she would have valued this chance meeting more.

Since she did not burden herself with the "future tense" in general and cared very little for the past, she did not see anything special in it. Once it felt good enough to raise to her feet again, she did with a quick stretch and shake of her coat. Thus prepared, she looked up at Indra in an expectant silence. Now, what are we going to do?