Sheepeater Cliff the junkyard, the cemetary

wanting to look away, but unable to do so, indra's rapt gaze followed the red wolf's to a yearling with a strange, almost affected gait. she knew then that would be their quarry, for any animal not healthy and hale had a life that was a wolf's to take.

she swallowed, still not entirely thrilled with the idea of killing - she knew meat was not without provenance, but often she preferred her meals in the form of carrion. for if it had not been her to fell the animal, her conscience was clean.

the sheep slipped and for a moment it looked as if he would surely tumble wildly down the sheer stones. somehow, he managed to scrabble for purchase along the stony incline. indra turned her attention back to the wolf , unsure of how to proceed. she was surely the worst hunting partner in the history of hunting partners, possibly ever.