The Tangle he was hiding in the chill of a mountain

for a moment indra stayed, her glistening nose twitching in the cold air. around her the dark was settling, and a quiet had overtaken the forest.

her father was right; she cast one look carefully to the horizon, where the sky simmered and sharp palisades of pines rose black against the light. whoever had cried - whatever had made that noise -- was gone. she turned then, and the duo walked solemnly home.