Fox's Glade that’s just the waves slamming against the topsides’ sound

indra fell to contemplative silence as the girl took her offering. she knew that feral hunger well, and kept her gaze on the distant peaks. deep in thought, it was not until the girl stepped back and spoke again that indra's amber eyes roved from the shark-fin mountains to the pale wolf's disfigured features. she felt pity pang her heart, for it was gruesome wound and she imagined it remained quite painful.

"i'm indra." she offered her name freely, for there was no reason to lie. "i came across a wolf a few weeks ago whose sister was held captive. he told me they were dangerous." her gaze slid ruefully to the shadowed region again, and she continued. "your wounds don't look too good.." her voice fell and she glanced at maegi once more. she did not want to insult the yearling, but questioned how she would be capable of surviving alone. tentatively, indra broached the topic. "we have medics at bearclaw..."