Bearclaw Valley peach moon

it took the male a moment to recognize her, but indra did not begrudge him for it. they had been passing strangers in the wilderness, their interaction fleeting -- she was just relieved she was not wrong when she called out his name.

he came to her and indra took a few steps herself to assist in closing the cap -- the kind smile that creased issun's muzzle was mirrored (although briefly) by her own soft smile. "you followed me." she joked -- had she a tail she would have wagged it -- instead all issun had to go off of was the fact that a sardonic gleam carried in her amber eyes.