Lost Creek Hollow Corpse bride

indra slept fitfully since their acceptance to the hollow - often the stirrings of unknown beasts outside would cause her to start and jolt upright, or the occasional kick and rustle of a deeply-dreaming pup alongside her would wrench her from the realm of sleep with the abrupt clarity of an ice bath... but today, perhaps because it had been so long since she had truly succumbed to restful sleep, indra slumbered right through nunataq's ghostly jaunt.

right up until nunataq returned and nudged the russet she-wolf awake. even as drowsy and as ill-afforded as the light was in their den, indra could see the excitement on nunataq's features. at this hour? she blearily swept a heavy-lidded eye with her wrist, fumbling to rise with a mother's resigned duty.

dragging herself reluctantly from the warm pelts she so dearly wished to return to, indra followed nunataq's bobbing form. belatedly it occurred to her the girl was awfully dirty, and ... smelled of something that made her stomach sink. her mind was still slowly uncluttering itself from its heavy sleep - click by click, lock by fumbling lock, indra's consciousness woke -- but she was still nearly half-asleep as she followed obligingly behind nunataq's dirt-rimed form.