Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

indra walked alongside wraen, one ear tilted as the woman spoke of her life so far: of the pack she and her friends formed, of her experiences. indra thought it sounded wonderful, but fretted for her own future: would they have the same luck wraen had been afforded?

when wraen asked after her home indra slowed to a stop and swung her hindquarters away, her level gaze scrutinizing wraen for any malign intentions. she was reminded of redshank, of his warning that not all strangers were trustworthy. how in this minute could she ensure that wraen wasn't like ithrik, and wouldn't hurt her?

her ears folded and a hard glint appeared in her eye as she wrestled with answering honestly and lying. in the end, the truth won out -- but indra answered begrudgingly. "bearclaw valley." she wanted to press and ask for more - like how hard had it been to set out on your own? but her mind was too preoccupied with wraen's ulterior intentions.