Meadowlark Prairie Can't see the stars, but we're reaching

indra remained unaware of a spectre's stealthy approach through the snow - she had never been a keen scout, and cicero's subterfuge far outshined her inept tracking sense. Indra was simply that clueless that unless Cicero elected to make a sudden noise or grandiosely reveal himself, she would remain blissfully unaware they were being studied.

any trepidation indra clung to was shed as Ramsay's bright and cheery response greeted her. her tail gently rubbed across her hocks as she responded honestly, though she was not hoping he would procyre anything for her. "Looking for food, mostly." the scarlet furred wolf supplied, her gaze falling behind the grotesque form of her companion to the dismal forest behind him. "do you know where i am?"