Bearclaw Valley Left the lights on

it's all good! you're not rusty

frosty would have been a good term in which to describe indra -- had she been cognizant of zenith's thoughts she probably would have melted some of the ice from her edge. she remained unaware, and thus, did not change much -- though her gaze followed zenith's without coldness.

the mention of quail being dumb envinced another small smile. "oh, they're not bright." she admitted, already stalking off in the direction that they often roosted in. "if you time it right, you get them while they're sleeping -- and you just snatch them off of branches one by one if you're the type."