Fox's Glade and when you’re right, the strength to stand your ground

for a long moment indra measured the male before her with a cutting gaze — whisker, he had said. she hoped her recalcitrant demeanor would not cause wraen any trouble - but at the same time indra would much prefer the inconvenience of a missed connection over hearing some evil had befallen wraen on her behalf.

finding whisker was still not entirely deflated by such little news, Indra offered a rounded shrug of her narrow shoulders. ”too bad. if I see her, I will let her know.” and that was a promise too —not for his sake, but for wraen’s.