Otter Creek wolves of the calla

relmyna may have canted her muzzle in silent affirmation that she was okay, but indra remained dubious. there was so much about her that seemed off -- and not just her lack of coordination. indra cast a worried glance about them, peering along the snowridden landscape as if inwardly calling for an adult.

"i.. i don't think you are." she contested, her brow furrowed again as she resumed standing on all fours and walked up the small rise that precipitated the river's edge. "do you need help? are you going somewhere?"