Meadowlark Prairie Can't see the stars, but we're reaching

he is so cute ;-;

indra fretted internally, seeing the youth shift from paw to paw in what she interpreted might be a dance of impatience. as much as she wished to comply, she knew better -- and it wasn't just because of the gruesome decorations that marked blackfeather's range. she knew whatever had placed those various fallen figures had done so carefully and deliberately, and indra did not wish to add her own corpse to the bounty.

she did not think ramsay was trying to trick her, he seemed genuinely kind -- but indra did not have any faith that the other denizens would be as receptive.

"i'll get in trouble." she reinforced, a small frown riddling her features. "besides, it's scary there." she finished sadly, casting her gaze once more to the many bones that stuck out of the snow. indra hoped they had died painless deaths, but knew that hope was in vain.