Wapun Meadow an unexpected journey

with both women's terse body language gradually dissolving, indra found herself studying the gnarled cottonwoods around them rather than the woman directly in front of her. she revealed her name -- asp -- a befitting name, indra thought, for the sharpness of the woman's muzzle and the whiplike conformation she sported seemed most beseeming.

she was surprised to hear the woman ask where she hailed from -- it was not often anyone cared to ask, at least not so directly. "i'm indra." she supplied solemnly, her gaze turning slowly to the direction bearclaw sat: "and i'm from over there. bearclaw." she considered expanding, but for the moment curbed in her tongue by redirecting the conversation: "why are you here and not the north?"

perhaps to an outsider, her composure and affectation seemed most unfriendly -- in truth, indra had simply learned to be direct -- small talk, she believed, was for wolves with too much time on their hands or wolves with ulterior motives -- neither of which she believed herself to be.