Phoenix Maplewood When the buzzards get loud

her frosty demeanor had put him on edge. good, the red girl bitterly thought. if she appeared unapproachable, unfriendly, perhaps that would protect her in the future. it had been her mistake to be too soft, too warm -- and that was why from a mile away monsters like ithrik were able to hurt her.

she would never make that mistake again.


indra shifted at the mention of them being neighbors, her little muzzle turning back in the direction of the valley. she had known of easthollow, but only by boundaries -- now she knew the name. she looked back to him and studied the soft golden aspect of his muzzle, and the clement sunflower of his gaze.

"indra." she had wanted to hold her name close to her heart, but his knowledge of laurel had at least tempered her frigid mien. she did not say anything else, and should he accept that as the end of their exchange, she would give him one last fleeting look before she turned back for home.