Fox's Glade that’s just the waves slamming against the topsides’ sound

the new vulnerability that maegi unsheathed caused some of the coldness in indra's firm stare to dissipate, though she still felt tension coil through her shoulders. all the same, she knew what it was like to be displaced from her family, and perhaps that was what kept the russet redleaf from turning sharp on her thin hocks and leaving the pale adolescent after her threat.

"where is home?" she asked, wondering if the girl had come from nearby. her knowledge of the neighboring packs and their names was woefully rudimentary, yet indra had logged thousands of miles under her weary heels -- and she knew most of the valley intimately from her time as a dispersal wolf.