The Tangle when the rain comes down, all the worms come up to breathe

To Indie’s pleasure, Thuringwethil was receptive. It was nice, since the vaudevillian half expected the stranger to be as cold and distracted as their first meeting. Indie had wanted so for their meeting to have continued, but the woman from the north was having none of her antics at the time. Such a reaction was odd and different than Indie was used to, and most were dazzled but her endeavors. It plagued her constantly yet intrigued her endlessly. Oh, how Indie loved to try and figure wolves out!

As Thuringwethil moved closer and refuted Indie's preposterous assertion, Indie smiled coyly, swung her head to the side and dropped her shoulders in a shrug. “I wouldn’t know,” the shrouded shewolf spoke brightly, her tongue finely cut and tone lively. Indie poked fun at Thuringwethil’s past reluctance to serenade the ocean with her, with the hopes of glimpsing something real about the stranger. Indie loved real, even though she rarely found that quality useful for herself.

“Did you find your elusive fiery woman?” Indie’s head lifted and gaze settled back on Thur’s stance and thick, dark fur... so very similar to her own dark pelt and tall frame. It would be a lie to say that the vamp had mused on the idea of two ladies being romantic with each other — for it was such a foreign thought, how could she not be entertained by it! This coast held so many treasures, from Donovan to the Nereides and now this lady who liked ladies... Indie wondered fervently what else did these lands might hold for her. Indie beckoned her closer still with a lash of her tail. “Or, are you still on your hunt?”