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indra would have answered somewhat politely, were it not for the wolf that defied every decency ever instilled in the child. as the thin woman cut through their territory and trounced their clear border indra felt the hackles along her spine rise and she cut the woman a cold, harsh stare. she lowered her head, preparing for some sort of admonishment -- but she was not going to let that infraction slide so easily.

what exactly the child wished to accomplish, being one out many and hardly the size of a full wolf, it was not clear: but what was clear was the adamant affront for heba's actions.

it was her father that quelled her rising temper, though it did not spare heba from indra's scathingly hateful glare. she fell silent for now, tight-lipped and resentful.