Cricket Creek Bog if lies were cats you'd be a litter

as she hastily looked around her for some way to rid of the wolf she was reminded of redshank and what he had said to her -- about other wolves, and how sometimes they were not worth trusting. certainly this wolf was hardly reassuring when it came to his stability, but indra couldn't find a way to escape him that did not require outright running. she was still too sore for a headlong run, and if it devolved into a chase she knew he would easily overcome her.

she sighed as she walked around the pillar of the tree, nosing the ground as she looked for something. he asked her what her name was -- indra was certain she had never met him before and that it was all a trick, but she played along to appease to his better nature. she assumed whatever his grumpier nature was, was not a nature she wanted to witness.

"indra." she said with a swallow, regretting her honesty within seconds. she should have said anything, anyone else. she stopped as her paw struck a lengthy stick, and looked at him carefully. "a-are you going to kill me?" she asked resignedly, fear tipping her voice with a short note of sorrow as she recognized he may be the last thing she saw on this miserable earth.