Phoenix Maplewood i'll wind up working in the thick of it

wanna run it out?

indra's ears seemed to fall as she worked out the proposition -- having not took it to mean it's literal implication until phoenix expanded; and then, it made sense. indra had never shied from physical exertion, and with a tuck of her jaw she closed her mouth and nodded, looking towards their eventual destination with new resolve. a run would clear things -- they'd arrive sooner, and perhaps they also would arrive in the hearth of the maplewood with their minds and conscience clear, the way final destinations in runs so often did.

"it's a while yet, but let's go." she said -- and without any further hesitation, the redleaf wolf slipped into an efficiently striding canter.