Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

@Wraen - belated.. but you get indra's 600th post!

it had been the sound of newborns that had driven indra to leave bearclaw, sickened that they shared the same father laurel's offspring would. it was not their fault - they were blameless -- but it did not lessen the blow any for indra, who had already lived through a life without a father and who wished no part of it on her sister's children.

once, someone had told her that you don't own something unless you could swallow it -- and she could not, would not, swallow the fact that laurel's children would soon be born and xan didn't even care. when had he last come to their den, to see how laurel was doing? if he had come, indra was not aware of it. laurel was bigger day by day, as were indra's worries. did he even know?

these anxieties had a stranglehold on her; they choked her vision as she made for the open meadow. in spite of all the wherewithal, she would see to it that her blood wanted for nothing -- even if it meant extracting her very soul out to please them.