Wapun Meadow You're my discretional sin
February 21, 2018, 09:42 AM
Bearclaw Valley
He was gone. Indra watched his form retreat, an inscrutable expression dousing her countenance. She did not understand the switch in interest! - truth be told she hardly understood men at all.

Laurel did, though -- Indra nodded in agreement, storing Laurel's advice  (lol) with a cant of a slender ear. She was lucky to have Laurel as such a fount of knowledge -- Indra never would have learned to manipulate those around her had she not witnessed how well it served her sister. 

Laurel issued a quick nip that Indra hadn't expected; she didn't even react in time. Seeing her sister's grin brought out a playful growl and she lowered herself to the ground in a playbow before frolicking off with a limp. Tambourine was forgotten in a matter of minutes as she attempted to coax Laurel into a playful romp before heading home.

"he knows that it's impossible to tell a wolf
from a man if
he keeps his chin up
and his teeth clean."