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

it still troubled indra that wraen had gone -- she had liked their encounters, and had come to rely on the pewter she-wolf for her pragmatic approach to things -- and her worldly sense of humor. like terance, she began to make motions to leave, though her expression remained somewhat troubled.

her countenance lost its sour expression at terance's last words -- which seemed imparted with a sweetness that was soon lost to the cold air. it had been genuine, but it was there one moment and gone the next. "it was nice to see you too," she responded somewhat lamely - though she had come to look forward to her occasional visits with terance the same way she had with wraen. as she watched him pick his way between brakes of fir and oak, she thought he seemed much more melancholy than the last time she had met him. of course -- he had much to be melancholy about in light of his sister's departure -- but it wasn't that. to indra, it seemed as if something were eating him, dogging his heels down through the aisle of douglas pine and yew. something she couldn't quite put a name to.

she frowned, rounded her shoulders, and then departed back to bearclaw.

little did the redleaf know, things would all change drastically in a matter of weeks.