Wapun Meadow can you still smile, into my daugher's eyes?

indra gravely absorbed the male's words -- his wants, his impressions -- she soaked his tone and his story up like a sponge, worrying her lower lip with a tooth as she listened. she didn't know how, but she understood -- or at least, identified -- with what he was saying. her ears fell to her skull at the mention of his sister's loss, and she mumbled a disheartened "i'm sorry." into the ground.

she did not judge him then, for he had laid plain his reasoning and shown every piece of his patchwork -- their lives had been wildly dissimilar, but he had at least shown her who he was and what he wanted, which was more than most wolves afforded her. she nodded as he finished, though her expression remained grave as she imagined the worry his surviving family members would experience in his departure. "will you come back?"