Larksong Grotto you're gonna read about the way, the way a man can go

indra paused from her upturning of the earth, a slender ear canted back. she thought she had just heard something, but perhaps it was the scatter of earth caused by her own clenched claws. she shifted from her hole, struggling to get out of it when a word flittered into audible measure. 'greetings'.

indra bolted back and nearly fell over herself in surprise, reeling as she tried to find the source of the noise. a wolf -- red like her -- was approaching; there was something about his manner that seemed somewhat imposing to the child. as if he were some mighty tree, and she but a sapling -- for a moment she was unsure if it was her he had deemed worthy enough to speak to.

her anxieties were fleeting, especially as she noticed the peculiar redness his fur possessed. it was a sharp orange, like the tuft of a fox -- she had never seen another wolf that was so red besides herself. "hey!! you're red like me! is reek your dad too?" she asked curiously, accentuating the query with the tip of her head.