Otter Creek wolves of the calla

indra's words incited a vile expression in relmyna's face. there had been few expressions indra had ever been responsible for drawing out of strangers, and disgust was one of them. the expression was ugly, and terribly new -- indra stepped back in shock, slightly wounded that the female could be so quick to spurn her.

she bit her tongue as the wolf closed her eyes and winced. indra had learned her lesson, and said nothing even as a groan poured from relmyna's disfigured muzzle. she watched perplexed as the female trotted quickly into the woods. there was nothing more she could do.

with a sad frown she watched until she could see relmyna's form no longer -- and then she made for the valley.