Blackfeather Woods Tried so hard

Indra.

The name was not familiar to him, not in the slightest. He remained silent, considering several possibilities, before asking, “Was this Indra girl the leader?” Or, perhaps, a healer? The latter thought he did not care to voice, finding that piece of information to be unimportant if his actual question could be given an answer. He ignored, too, the comment made on her brother’s involvement—he had turned the male away once before already, he did not care to weigh his thoughts down with anything regarding a wolf he would never again cross paths with.