Bearclaw Valley oh brother, our blood was so thick

waves!

Mostly oblivious to the broiling family drama, Poet's contented herself through the chill with Wardruna's den and Sif's company. Something has settled in her chest in a way that has been previously lacking, some sense of self that she'd been working to overcome. But it was silly of her to think she would arrive and shed her former self so completely; there's no need for her to start completely anew. 

So she wakes up, skips any ablutions (the one thing she will not pick up again is any semblance of faith), and takes her time walking the valley, not seeking any company in particular but keeping ears alert nonetheless. Straying by the cache rewards her with Indra's scent, and, thinking of how their conversation had been partially the cause of her current resolve, abruptly switches her pace to join her.

Poet does not draw close, not wishing to interrupt her meal (especially as her eyes draw over the taut lines of her hips, feeling no small flicker of concern), but comes to stand within eyeshot, greeting her with a gentle chuff.