Lost Creek Hollow time to sink way into the blue, dear

@Treason - tag in post for reference

the russet she-wolf hadn't found the time yet to be homesick; she had been too busy - the creek had been too busy. first, there was the many chores to be done as the new recruits: find a place to sleep, get a lay of the land, meet the neighbors -- then, the awful business of them losing two members. frankly, more had happened in the last week than indra cared to remember, and industrially, she kept herself very busy.

if she was busy, she wouldn't think: if she didn't think, doubt would never be able to snare its viney thorns into her. she knew it was better they were here, she knew the puppies would be safer here, but still, it didn't help - she didn't have closure.

closure. indra jerked from her thoughts with a start: what did she need closure for? her alpha hadn't just been ripped from limb to limb, her friend hadn't just been eaten by a bear. she chewed a lip in thoughtful shame, drew a long sigh (she was sighing ever so much these days) and, seeing that the kids were still in the honeymoon phase of exploring the place, indra informed @Laurel she was going out for a hunt, and slipped away from the family's densite.

it all felt surreal, walking through this forest that was not her own, but was supposed to be. it was weird too, assimilating into a new tribe: she would have to prove herself all over again, she would have to find her niche, her place, her people. all of this change might have been overwhelming to most wolves, but indra was frankly over it, so she settled into her new routine with a rather studied exhaustion.

she hoped that this would be the last major upheaval in her life - which thus far had been extraordinarily violent, and extraordinarily short. if the rest of her story was to play out this way, she might as well have been eaten by the bear, too.