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indra was fretting as wraen spoke, though an ear was turned to the silver she-wolf. she had heard morningside before -- where? her thoughts were too scattered to properly sift through, and another time she would remember she had met the very alpha. for now her thoughts were clouded by fear and worry, and it showed in the anxious frown that riddled her face.

it was a small comfort that wraen didn't know of any wicked packs nearby. indra didn't either; she stifled the memory of the loner that had ambushed her and stolen her tail, quick to ruthlessly bury it deep under her conscious, where other repressed memories snarled and swam in an ever-evolving dark.

wraen's offer brought indra some comfort; she hated the idea of approaching any pack right now, but with a friend it sounded somehow more palpable. her worried expression did not soften but there glimmered in her gaze appreciation for the offer: "what about you and your pack? if you come with me, won't they miss you?"