The Sentinels the salty seas behind the eyes

I flippin' love Indie, gosh.

Solitude was peace of mind Akantha was rarely afforded these days. 

The sound of snow crunching underfoot drew her attention to the approach of a familiar face—Indie was her name, if she recalled from her conversation with Cathenna. She was not used to being discovered in such a state of weakness, but she could only assume that the dusky she-wolf had seen it all, so the only thing she could do was accept. Her lips twisted into a frown, and she expelled a breath through her nose that fogged in the winter chill. A comment, terse and biting, fell from Indie's mouth and Akantha bit back a retort—the hollowness in the effort put forth was evident even to Akantha's ears. Indie was, for all intensive purposes, trying to humor whatever emotion she thought proper in this moment.

Akantha lashed her tail and from her throat rumbled a note of malcontent. She turned away from Astraios to face Indie fully, "I'm glad to see you made it." She said, forming the sentence in such a way that was both a compliment to Indie, and a passing remark on Astraios' unfortunate demise. "A few of ours have gone missing, and I hope they haven't ended up with a similar fate."

She cleared her throat and continued, "Care to join me? These woods might hold more secrets yet."