Sheepeater Cliff the junkyard, the cemetary

indra was relieved when the woman called to her, for her attempts at sheep-assassination had been half-hearted. already she was tired, so she turned to the female - her expression mixed between apprehension and interest but without malice.

it was true they were on the sheep's playground -- they lacked the dexterity and confidence the ungulates displayed. perhaps they would be luckier another day.

"i'm indra." she offered, folding her limbs into a supine position. "what about you?"