Bearclaw Valley So you say I'm complicated

out of the corner of her eyes she watched the arched wings of her friend, careful to not take her gaze entirely from the dark wolf at the borders. with xan now present indra had very little to offer -- while she had no love for blackfeather or its wretched inhabitants  (save ramsay, who she tragically knew only by shape and not name) indra kept her reservations to herself.

unless she was spoken to directly, she would remain silent - though she flitted her gaze to Ridge every now and then to follow his progress.