Bearclaw Valley djinn

"very well," he answered softly -- as much as his sonorous voice would allow -- and he resumed along the tracks of a rogue deer, hoping to follow it to a herd. though he made no accommodations for her presence, indra, light and sharp, took up after him as requested. he might've forgotten her in the padding of his own steps, but she saw fit to warn him from hunting an unfortunately colored doe.

stigmata looked amused, in a battleweary sort of way. "sentimental, are we?" the heretic asked, his tone making it difficult to decide whether or not he was asking as a joke. he glanced at her, seemingly curiously, as they descended through the brush and tread-worn thistles into a low part of the valley once occupied -- a night or two ago -- by a small gathering of deer.