Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

her excursions had become more frequent as of late, hounded as she was by the demons that plagued her. laurel's day was imminent, blondine wasn't around -- indra felt the walls closing in on her on every side. soon the tendrils that had secured themselves around her bitter heart would choke her, and she waited that day with rueful gasps.

she found herself in a meadow she had not visited in weeks; as she looked about her across the snowladen plains she saw a form, russet -- blondine? her ears pulled forward and she made towards the wolf, her excitement falling from her features as she recognized the conformation this wolf sported did not match her friend's. all the same the wolf seemed to be guarded, almost as if she were waiting for something at any moment. indra halted as she drew close enough to speak, her auburn eyes assessing the brilliantly painted counterpart.