Bearclaw Valley they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless

also unsure if they are trespassing? keeping it vague in light of that - let us know <3

indra had smiled to herself to hear merrick's victorious crow sound in the distance. it was a full-blooded cry of triumph, a cry she had heard many times - when he had dominated a playtoy, or wrestled his playmates into exhaustion - yet this cry seemed different, somehow; more base and instinctual than his usual derisive taunts.

she had made it a habit to give the growing boy his space - as a mother she was always nearby, but in many cases she rarely intervened. she had every intention of giving merrick free reign of their domain today (much like what she had done when he had met yakone) except, it appeared he was not alone.

her keen ears picked up thrashing in the undergrowth; the sound of paws fleetly trampling earth. what was more alarming to the russet mother was merrick's call: this time, it was a call to aid, and it spurned the redleaf into a gallop.

when she came upon him she had horrible visions he was being assailed; instead, he was facing a pair of wolves unknown to the female. if indra was shocked by the gall they possessed to be afoot so close to bearclaw, she hid it well by the smooth curve of a lower lip. she stood protectively over her child, her hackles upright like quills along her spine. her body language communicated clearly her authority over this realm, and a low snarl crooned from her muzzle that invited them to promptly get lost.