The Tangle he was hiding in the chill of a mountain

as a howl erupted powerful and raw into the skies indra fell back, taken by the visceral nature of it. it seeped the heavens like a dark oilspill, intense and poignant -- she felt the hackles along her nape rise in slow succession.

the howl seemed vaguely familiar, but she was not sure how. she looked to her father, doubt in her amber gaze -- his instruction to stay close was heeded to the letter as she velcroed herself to his flank in sheepish quiet. he was her protector, her father -- she trusted him implicitly to both lead the way and guard her.