Phoenix Maplewood dancing to the beat of a midnight raga

as indra waited, she tried to stave off the thoughts that coiled around her torpid and demanding in their insistence. saena had found someone else. saena had found someone else.

had she found happiness, too?

indra and laurel hadn't.

she choked and swallowed, amber gaze pulled towards a snap ahead of her. a form spilled from the rough hewn trees, one she recognized as the wolf that had hailed her the day prior. while his posture remained inoffensive, indra recognized the authority of his tread: this was his home now, not hers.

she lowered her muzzle and her ears fell flat on her skull. when she looked up a smile had graced his winsome features and she saw behind his frame the wave of his tail. she offered her own weak smile and returned: "indra. sorry about the other day."