Flycatcher Downs Love without complications galore

no no no <3 was me laughing at my own warped timelines. you're good!

there was no hiding the crestfallen look in indra's eyes as wraen shook her head; no, she had not seen lucas.

indra steadied herself, but felt her legs were weak as if suddenly made water; a wobbling column of water in which she could barely be held afloat. she nodded dumbly, wrapped in her own thicket of bramble-like thoughts, as wraen promised to let her know if she saw him -- her gaze flickering upwards to the steele-grey of wraen's features as she asked of where they lived.

"bearclaw valley --" the revelation followed by a flick of her paw in the direction of the cliff's summit -- "it's right next to easthollow." there wasn't much else indra could provide; she had never been a conversationalist, and her will and hope were fading - meanwhile lucas was no less gone, and her task no less urgent. "do.. do you know of wolves that are bad here?" her tone wavered, and a fear crept into her heart to think of such things - but for lucas' safety, she must.