Fox's Glade silvertongue

the male's quaint mannerisms endeared indra -- she followed his copper gaze for a moment, offering only a smile in response to his statement. in truth, it had been other things besides kind -- bearclaw needed members, and indra needed friends -- in a way, the invitation had been somewhat selfish.

she dipped her muzzle in acknowledgment of what he had said, though her expression was now solemn as she thought back on her duties at home. "well... you know where to find me." she offered at length, hesitant to leave but also knowing that it would be dark soon, and laurel's den still needed some final touches to prepare it for laurel's big day.

without any word further, indra headed for home.