Wild Berry Meadow A pile of corpses that can reach the heavens

unlike koume, indra did not feel any semblance of foreboding - she remained unaware of the disquiet that crept over the landscape. her history was not in the kintla flatlands, and as such, while she knew much of its landscape having traveled it before, she had no affinity for the meadows or mountains it held.

she had been resting in the snow, savoring her sore paws with gentle licks when she saw a wolf part from the black forest. in some ways it pulled from the gloom like the sucking of a shadow, and indra felt immediately on alert. while she had not necessarily had strictly bad interactions with blackfeather, she found most of its members somewhat alarming -- with a low whuff she propped herself up onto her elbows, studying the wolf as it headed towards whatever destination it designated. something about the way the wolf prowled made indra's hairs stand on end, though she steeled her expression to remain neutral if the wolf happened to glance her way. eventually, indra surmised, the wolf was bound to notice her -- she was flamboyant red against a backdrop of sickly white and blue.