Hoshor Plains flashing without a sound

if indra had a rude bone in her body, perhaps she would have scoffed at the notion a wolf did not need a pack. without the pack, the lone wolf starved -- surely their threadbare and skinny forms were testament to that. all the same she simply regarded him silently, no ridicule or derision evident in her soft amber gaze. she wondered what drove him to such a vehement opinion of packs -- surely, there was a story somewhere.

same as indra was not naturally rude, she was not naturally nosy -- and did not ask for elaboration. happily she humored his query, hoping like him that perhaps he knew of them. "my sister laurel, she looks like me except tawny.. and her .. friend, xan. he's huge." she eyeballed redshank as if cognitively comparing the two, and nodded: "yeah, he's tall - oh, and white fur. are you really living alone? i don't think they would mind if you decided to visit them."