Bearclaw Valley Should I sink or swim

that there had been a kidnap - and subsequent rescue - right under the wing of her home - was the equivocal slap in the face for indra, who had heard nothing of her packmate's strife and might have extended help had she known one of their members was endangered. it bothered her on several levels; did that mean their home was in jeopardy -- and why?

she assumed that the wolves had brought this trouble with them, the way a wind might usher in a dark cloud. when she looked back towards dakarai, she found him staring. instinctively she lifted her muzzle above his and her expression changed from cordial interest to something wholly unbecoming: defensiveness. if his stare was an attempt to undermine her, she would defend herself willingly.

"i see." she said, finality creeping into the crispness of her tone as she willed -- no, expected -- him to look away. "and where is your mate now?"