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

like skwol, indra's internal guide to territories was incomplete. most of her knowledge was fragmented, a jumbled assortment of passing regions and territories -- she knew the lay of the land for the most part, but not the names in which it had been assigned. she nodded understandingly, and considered what a place like broken fang must have been like.

the name conjured a sense of a bleak landscape, arid even -- an assumption for indra, but an imagery of blustery cold and a brown, defeated landscape came to mind. she had always had a vivid imagination and even now it was carried away.

"mmmhmm. i think it's pretty new. we aren't fully established yet, but there's a couple of us." mentally she counted up to four -- though she did not know soon the member base would swell to over that number. "and a bear, hence the name." she added with a grin. she had not been eager to meet 'arthur', but apparently the forest was habituated by none other than him.