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

Indra drew Ramsay's attention to the gruesome decorations at their borders. He regarded them as a child who wasn't taught where their food came from might look at a steak: impassively. He had never witnessed where these decorations came from, had never known the canines whose remains litter their threshold, and couldn't form any sort of empathetic connection. None of them resembled Indra enough for him to draw a connection to her, either, so Ramsay ultimately looked back at her and said, baffled, "not scary."

As if to demonstrate while simultaneously betraying just how desensitized he was to the body parts, he shuffled back several steps and aimed a kick at a detached paw that happened to have rolled out of the woods. The force of his kick wasn't impressive and it didn't go far, but after watching it for several seconds for a reaction, Ramsay looked back to the loner and asked, "see?"

Naturally, he missed the point.