Bearclaw Valley a gentle gossamer wing

indra noticed the slight unease the woman carried, but was unsure how to assuage it. she did not make her own conclusions about poet's previous deportment, only because she lacked the experience to even know such things were in existence. to her, most packs had been fairly linear in their structure -- with a single, clearly defined leader, and a trickling of subordinates after.

poet's words didn't make sense to indra, but she didn't press for an answer in light of the woman's uncomfortable mien. she looked to the ground with her lips thinly pressed together and nodded in affirmation. "you're not the only one." she said with a roll of her shoulders, inexpertly trying to make poet feel less embarrassed. "i haven't found my place either. we'll get it eventually, right?"