Wapun Meadow and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun

Euron did the talking that Ramsay could not as he chewed on his thoughts and tried to locate the name the man had told him in his memories. He didn't know the man's name, either. Some messenger. His lips tugged up at the corners as Euron assured Indra that he was good; he shot his brother an appreciative look, although anyone could tell otherwise. He was neither good nor bad, but somewhere in between, where the self-serving lived.

"Then what?" he wondered, fixing Indra in his sights once more. She wasn't the same kindly wolf who had protested against his treatment of the skulls on Blackfeather's outskirts. He wasn't the same curious pup either. As though he had never even asked the question, a mere second later, he cryptically said, "Indra. A man was looking for you. He had a scourge on his throat." There was no other detail he could spare about the man but that. "Did he find you?"