Bearclaw Valley Well. No turning back now.

Indra had not been far when a call pierced the wild, entreating her leader's presence. Considering her agitated state over Laurel as of late, Indra felt pressed to investigate the summon.

The figure that appeared was not a wolf she knew, and she studied him carefully with her posture held in a protective manner for this was her home and he was encroaching upon it. He was a rather imposing figure, cut of a dark brown and grey cloth, and Indra noticed the hunk of meat supplanted at his feet. "What do you want?" She queried, her tone and mien held back and somewhat dull.