Hoshor Plains flashing without a sound

indra's offer had been genuine. she had always been upfront in that way -- she often spoke with a baldness that would make any creature take her words to heart. in some ways, indra was incapable of guile and sometimes, it came at great disadvantage.

she hoped her invitation would have been well met, for in some ways she was concerned for redshank's condition. his reaction was difficult for her to fully decipher: did he really hate other wolves, or was his dislike of them simple burnout? bitterness? indra would have liked to have known.

"we're over in bearclaw valley." she answered smoothly, offering up the location almost too easily. maybe reek had never warned her not to tell strange males her address, but she didn't think redshank was strange -- not any more strange than she and laurel were. "that way, if you get lost." she pointed in the direction she had come with a slender muzzle.