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around them gathering dark came; indra marveled at how early the sun set, and how every year she was always surprised and unprepared for the sudden change in the daylight's longevity. she shuddered, thinking of the cold that would soon follow. she hoped wherever lucas was, he was safe -- and warm.

the she-wolf that had accompanied her all this while, presumably out of the kindness of her heart, had offered to take indra home; she gave a tired shake of her head. "i would not trouble you further. you helped me, a stranger, when it had little benefit to you. this is a good place as any to stop. there's water, and you will not be troubled for being here." she rose onto her travel-thinned limbs and gave a shake of her tousled pelt. indra was not one for grandiose speech: as much as she wanted to laud the female for her selfishness, and offer great many rewards for her assistance, she could not eek out the words. she was still stubbornly wary, she still stubbornly held onto the idea that it took more than a day to know a wolf. "thank you."

indra's words had barely finished when she turned on her heels; she would give the she-wolf one last half-hearted smile, and then she would head for home with nothing but her grim thoughts to keep her company.