Otter Creek wolves of the calla

indra felt at a loss - this wolf was clearly unwell, yet indra could detect faintly her misgivings with assistance. she remained silent as the wolf lurched away, though she followed her actions with a still concerned gaze. when the ragged female paused and turned about to face indra again, indra quietly took steps towards her, halting at her flank as she gazed in the direction that relmyna had pointed.

the woods. indra had no love for their corpse-splattered borders, and found it sickening that anything, even her comrade, could have sprung from such a gloomy place. she was hesitant, but still willing to help -- she would offer a shoulder for this female to lean upon, or even offer to half drag her there herself -- if that is what the tyro wished.