Porcupine Ridge but i am drifting

indra slowed her trot as a yap sounded behind her. turning her head over her shoulder, she caught marten's leggy form catching up to her. despite being alone, she welcomed the company -- marten held a fond place close in her heart, and she warmly received him.

admittedly, she had noticed a tension between her sister and marten -- though of its nature, she knew not. it was an impalpable sort of tensity - one that rode in their subtly cold glances, or their stiffened routines where often one would linger and the other would depart -- but of what stoked the fires of such rigidity, indra still remained unaware.

apprising marten with a soft eye, indra offered him a gentle shoulder. she had noticed the way he had framed her name -- as if proposing a heavy question -- it brought a slight crease to her brow, but she waited for him to speak his mind.