Otter Creek oh woman, how could you do this to me?

indra dared to only test the ice one more time, and as she pressed weight upon the surface she watched a translucent web of fissures snarl along the mottled glassy ice. unwilling to risk her hide she swung up the bank a little further, and it was then she was aware of a wolf following her.

at first only an ear was pulled back to betray her knowledge, but as they continued she felt uneasy, and she whirled upon him, her gaze cold and clinical. she could not trust anyone -- especially not a male -- and it showed by the light flare that lifted the hackles along her shoulder. he chuffed -- it was enough to abate her defensive posture, but not enough to slake her suspicions -- she studied fully the depth of his features, his expression, the stark black that cloaked him and the grey that speckled his ears in a flea-bitten pattern. "what do you want?" she asked, unsure for the nature of his approach.