Shadow Mountain I can feel the shadows all around me

a frown still pestered indra's countenance, drawing it into a grim expression of worry. again she looked to the mountain and back to the charcoal black wolf -- she shifted on her paws as if uncomfortable, but in truth the solemn girl was thinking, and thinking hard.

"how many of them are there?" she ventured at length, worried for both her own safety and the safety of bearclaw. however, a small part of her was deeply upset by the idea of a captive -- and if they were willing to steal and withhold a wolf, what would stop them from doing the same to bearclaw?