Bearclaw Valley djinn

HERE 2 HELP (fudge shit up) also wtf how did this get so long??

indra hadn't seen much of stigmata, but he had not been absent: she had noted his scent at several intersections, rocks, and trees - and on more than one occasion had come across a cache she assumed had been made by his hand. she had decided, in light of him offering her (and her cub) a weasel, that she might care to get to know more about him. bearclaw was small, but by no means were its inhabitants isolated - and if a wolf was to become part of bearclaw's ranks, it by default became part of the family.

provided, of course, it didn't make many waves.

indra was not sure if stigmata was the type to disturb tranquility. her assessment of him was that he was perhaps a more complex beast than his imposing presence lead on. she still regarded him warily, the way one might study a strange subject that they knew could be dangerous. yet the redleaf kept her reservations to herself as she came across bearclaw's newest resident, who by now had been in their fold several weeks without departing. she found that a good sign in itself, for often wolves came and went of their own accord, without much a care for the realm that shielded them and offered them sustenance.

stigmata seemed busy as indra prowled up to him. a precursory gaze did not explain much, except perhaps he was looking for something. seeking his gaze for but a fleeting second, indra paused and seemed to silently ask what are you doing?