Lost Creek Hollow because you've had your chances, (mandatory pack meeting)

a strident howl rang through the glade, lent an unusual clarity by the naturally sonorous enclave. indra swept her gaze along the ledge-strewn hills, searching for the clearing the call had sounded from.

she came behind marten, noticing bemusedly the toad still held in his mouth. as wolves filtered in one by one, some in pairs, indra quietly studied each of them, her ruminations subtle as she glanced from face to face.

grim news settled around them as terance spoke; she kept her gaze downward in silent respect for those who most keenly felt their losses. when terance eloquently shifted the drove's attention to them -- the bearclaw wolves -- indra offered a slight smile, faltering under the collective attention of so many relatively-strange wolves. she was relieved when terance moved on, detailing an enemy that for a second made a chill climb up indra's back as he described the rogue. for a brief moment she had thought back to her own blackfeather assailant -- but this wolf was not him.

she took the news in silence, mulling over all that had been shared in the last five minutes.