Sunset Valley heart of the wilderness

her gaze remained hopeful as the scarred warrior lowered himself besides her -- it didn't even bother the child that his features were mangled, nor his eye missing; she was too delighted in the prospect of a potential friend to have any misgivings whatsoever about the male's appearance.

for a moment indra considered what very far meant -- she had no idea the expanse of the earth and the world she had witnessed thus far in her life was quite small. did very-far-land have other wolves like her? what about trees? was it rocky and mountainous like her new home, or perhaps a shaded, woody copse like silver creek?

she was about to ask all of these questions when his question stumped her. indra's brow furrowed as she looked down in the mud, and a great crease appeared on her muzzle. she looked up, mud dripping from her muzzle. "i'm not hiding, silly!" she splashed a paw in the mud as if to accentuate how goofy he was for asking (perhaps she was even more naive than he originally suspected). "i'm playing!" she wrinkled her muzzle again and looked at him as if seeing him anew: "wait, you're not like that other guy that doesn't play right? because that's boring" she hadn't understood why that other wolf she had met a few days ago had refused to play with her -- and even days after she was still somewhat put off by the experience. who didn't like to play?!