Bearclaw Valley And you pray with your knees on the ground

the crunch of snow alerted her to the presence of another, though it was hardly hours into the day when indra came across her. fleetingly she assessed the stranger, who bore a thick coat that rivaled xan's and deep, midnight blue eyes. indra did not know this wolf, but when she scented the air it was evident she was part of the fold.

had indra known of the female's affinity for the stars perhaps she would have been warmer in her greetng. instead she simply stopped in her tracks and cast gwen a long and dolorous stare. "who are you?"