Sheepeater Cliff the junkyard, the cemetary

indra met the bark with a more enthused tail wag - she did not bark back, but her features became softer as she regarded the stranger. she was still reluctant to get too close, but it appeared the she-wolf was preparing for a hunt.

indra had mixed feelings on this - there was a reason the sorry girl was so skinny and weak, and it had little to do with her hunting capabilities. the girl simply had trouble killing. it was her conscience, not her claws, that governed her.

she eyed the ewe that had slipped, her stomach lurching as she witnessed it slip and then miraculously regain footing. above ice and rocks clattered down and indra leapt out of their way as they tumbled past her.