Duck Lake adderall and cheap wine

she watched the girl suspend a delicate paw above the crust of snow - a feminine, disarming gesture indra thought. the cold wind settled about them and raked up her guard-fur and she hunched her shoulders against the sensation. the clouds above were thickening, their gathering rapid and dark as she glanced at them. she had not expected a storm today and regretted leaving the safety of the valley.

the girl said her name was corinna, an old and pretty name to indra's ears. she wanted to compliment it but held her tongue, still suspicious of the stranger's intentions. "indra." she supplied, looking in the direction the slender starling's suggestion. a frown fretted her features again as she thought of what settled in the east: blackfeather woods, and that wicked piebald man that had stolen so much more from her than just a tail. he had stolen her innocence -- her joy in life.

"if you go east, stay away from the sunless forest." she cautioned, her tone grave and expression dismal.