Bearclaw Valley whatever it takes

if sleep was a companion, it was a fickle one. too soon slumber left her, and fitful, the russet wolf rolled on her side to face Laurel and demand entertainment.

only Laurel wasn't there -- leaving Indra acutely aware of the sudden cold and seeping isolation. she was not one to be left behind and determinedly she rose to her feet and exited the makeshift thicket that served as their den.

it was not difficult to track her sister, though this was more so out of a lack of concealment over Indra's skill. she could scent her sister was not alone, and while she wished to intervene, she could hear through the wind a most unmistakable tone. Indra smiled to herself, knowing full well what that tone meant. rather then intrude, Indra elected to hang out of the rifling wind's range and witness how this scene could possibly unfold.