Wapun Meadow an unexpected journey

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indra's brief excursion out of bearclaw had been done on necessity; she had trailed the black hind she and blondine had failed to fell the day before. its path took her well beyond the cold flanks of bearclaw's mouth and into the wind-scoured face of the plains. either the trail faded, or indra was a pitiful tracker -- either way, the scent had disappeared under the leaning figures of a cottonwood bosk.

the russet girl was about to simply head for home when a sigh outpoured from a tree behind her. with both ears pulled back indra carefully stalked around the tree, coming near face to face with a sharply carved woman with her back pressed against the gnarled bough. indra set back on her heels in surprise and apprised the stranger -- there were no scents she could detect that suggested the ash-furred she-wolf's allegiance, but indra was taking no chances. she lifted her muzzle, her glistening nose twitching as she drank deep of the scents that surrounded them.