Bearclaw Valley I'm not lazy, I'm on energy-saving mode

indra couldn't envision a flock of him; that, to her, was more terrifying than the murder of ravens that sometimes blotted out the sky -- ravens didn't hunt wolves, but his kind were known from time to time to pick off their young. indra had forgotten about that until now and she shifted suddenly, looking at him with a newfound sense of trepidation. "i do it okay. some better than others. you learn to deal with it." she gave a shrug of her shoulders, worry still tugging at her thoughts.

"you don't eat puppies, do you?" she suddenly asked warily, her breath held in her throat as she thought of the cruelty of such a notion. but puppies were so cute.