Wapun Meadow when i was a younger man, looking for a pot of gold

relieved to hear the woman speak (even despite the undignified rasp that wheezed past the silver's lips), indra's alarm gently faded, replaced with a more humble sense of guilt for having been the wolf to prompt aurewen's near-demise.

returning to the hare she had left behind, indra's expression was empathic as aurewen mentioned strife on the coast pushing her inward. she considered herself lucky to have missed such grief during her tenure on the coast. her features sullied with a slight frown: "is it dangerous out there? i was just visiting. it seemed.. well, it seemed so peaceful. how'd you end up in diaspora, of all places?" indra knew there were many packs midland, and could not help but have a slight ruefulness enter her tone as she thought of all stigmata had accomplished.. and all she had squandered.