Wapun Meadow don't be afraid of what you find

indra could sit still no longer. stealing one last glance at the kids, she stole from the fringes of the meadow and started to call softly for her sister in the twilight.

her voice was hoarse by the time something besides night-time silence returned her calls: she froze, picking up the stiff steps of a wolf near by. "laurel?" indra called quietly into the night, hearing her own breathing as she strained her ears for a response.