Wapun Meadow can you still smile, into my daugher's eyes?

she hadn't browsed long in the sundappled forest before there was company: indra froze, her gaze drawn to a shape approaching with a strange gait. as the form neared, indra saw he was holding a hind limb to his ribcage. at first the girl had mistaken him for terance, but as he drew closer the shape of his muzzle and the sheen of his eyes was marginally different.

she kept her ears pricked and eyes upon him, though she was mostly curious about the limp he sported. she was wary -- he was a male, and she was alone -- even with a limp she was not taking chances. she didn't approach him and instead maintained a respectful distance, though she answered his chuff with a question her own: "what happened to your leg?"