Shadowwyn Moor he's got eyes, but he can't see

indra hated that tadec and piper had left. it didn't make sense to her since she had already sent mona scouting for the boy; she wrestled with it, contested it, and finally, despaired of it. that tadec accompanied piper was of no consolation to indra; she wanted her family here, with her -- not out in the stormy wild, vulnerable to whatever beasts she was certain had taken lucas.

her step was snappy and irritated as she resentfully picked her way further from the valley. she had been half-hunting, half-searching for tadec and piper, hoping to convince both of the idiots to come home. her search was largely fruitless, and game was elusive -- but she was not alone as she headed across an open swath of land. perking her ears, the she-wolf froze as she realized their paths would cross: a black male darkened the goldenrod sweep of late-fall grass, moving through the moorlands at a slow clip. indra canted her muzzle to the wind, but its course did not favor her -- and from this distance, she did not recognize the male headed slowly towards her.