Cerulean Cape slowly, slowly, i am drifting

indra's absentminded studying of the sea was ground to a halt as the ruddy form of her sister materialized in her vision, her voice carrying over the waves with an urgency that for once, was tinted by joy. she rose immediately, the nub of her tail wagging in hopeful rejoinder - wyatt, alive, and safe?

oh, did her heart strum with happiness to hear the news: that he was at least still breathing, and better yet, safe -- a luxury not afforded to all wolves, and certainly not to indra or laurel in their childhood. "that's wonderful!" indra gushed, studying laurel's face for any 'buuut....' "where is he?" she frowned, tilting her head and looking behind laurel, as if expecting the shadowed form of her estranged son to surely be somewhere shortly behind..