Emberwood Whispers in the night

the inkblot of a wolf shifted, sitting down in the snow. the gesture might have been designed to be disarming, but indra still felt uneasy. she supposed it was better to be alone in the woods with a woman, than a man -- but that did not remove tzila's status as "stranger, until confirmed otherwise".

she didn't mirror tzila's actions, as much as her limbs bid her to. she was tired, but knew it was better to be up on one's feet than indisposed on the ground. the thought jostled her -- when had she become so jaded?

her attention shifted back to the wolf, who had fielded an inoffensive question her way. indra answered it easily than she had answered for terance - mostly because in her life, only one female had been vicious to her and that one didn't talk. "bearclaw valley." she offered, a cant of her muzzle given in the distant direction of her home. "are you not?"

tense as the girl was, the two exchanged minor pleasantries -- and once indra had supped her fill of conversation, she excused herself and made for home.