Wapun Meadow desperation

indra had only just managed to hobble to wapun meadows. her limbs were used to longer destinations, but the wound on her back crippled her progress and made her slow. she had hoped she would see laurel, or the sharp-faced woman named poet she only just barely remembered. before she knew it she was following after an unidentified scent - distinctly wolf, and possibly of their brethren.

indra may have been in pain, but she resented feeling useless and she struggled after the wolf's footpath, coming across it just as it eviscerated a poor bunny. indra's jaw dropped and her stomach lurched. it was not the violence of the deed that shocked her, but the visceral, wanton needlessness of it. indra may have found her peace with such a brutal slaying if the wolf at least consumed it -- but she just flung it around, gristle and all, like it had personally wounded her.

indra felt sick to her stomach to witness such banal depravity. she wanted to turn around and make leave of this wolf before it did the same to her -- so with a limp to her step she turned to hasten away -- until she stubbed her paw on a small twig and a loud snap betrayed her exit.