Bearclaw Valley She's got the high score and you're coming off way too keen

indra, for all her watchfulness, had missed a pair of silver eyes watching from the thicket. slowing to a stop alongside marten, who appeared too reticent (much like his mother) to play just yet, indra flinched as a loud wuff and a crash came upon the scene.

whirling around with the sole purpose to protect lucas and marten from whatever assailant it was that had stepped from the brush, indra felt her quill-like hackles fall flat as she recognized the approacher. her hardened gaze softened immediately and a tired but warm smile hung from her lips as she heard, and then saw lucas spring towards his sister.

knowing it would be futile to say much of anything at all, particularly when nunataq was so adept at picking up communication from body language, indra's posture loosened as she joyfully stepped towards the girl, showering her with nuzzles of affection (that she knew nunataq likely would only barely tolerate) before pushing marten towards her with an encouraging nudge. she was sad that wyatt and piper were not here for this small family reunion, but the sadness was fleeting as she glanced upon the reassembled pieces of her fractured family, each grown into their own and children no longer.