Bramblepoint the graveyard, the turnaround, it changed in you somehow

a pause in the conversation lulled between them, but indra didn't mind. she looked to him once, carefully, just to make sure he had not fallen silent because of something he had seen. his expression looked distant and indra was content to mind her own business until he spoke again.

at length the pale wolf returned, at least emotionally -- indra swept her amber gaze to him in interest as he spoke. he spoke of home -- indra wondered if all wolves in that place were like him; gentle, intelligent, and respectful. the wolves of this valley sharply contrasted his winsome demeanor and she disliked many of them for it.

"i would like a place like that." she murmured, imagining a life far outside of this cold valley. "but if it was so perfect, why are you here?" she wanted to hear more of this place, though she worried that delving into a stranger's past might be unkind.