Lost Creek Hollow and i'll take my armour off

the closer they traveled to the hollow, the more on edge indra became. she wished more than anything to see merrick, and her steps took on a hushed urgency that betrayed her anticipation to reunite with her son. she would often have to slow down, or stop, to give her company time to catch up to her -- it was all she could do as the hollow crested into view to prevent herself from breaking into a run ahead of laurel.

she refrained, but her skin crawled as she waited alongside her family, hopefully peering in. when terrance came upon them her gaze lit with warmth, but just as soon dissipated as she saw the haggardness of his pelt, and the tired way his sights landed upon each of them. he appeared weary; indra could not help but blurt "terance!" as she saw him, her nub of a tail swaying as he came close. she stilled as caught wind of his scent -- treason, puppies, milk -- with both the borders and terrance suspiciously absent of merrick's presence. "merrick?" indra's voice was timid, close to cracking -- her mournful mahogany eyes resting solemnly upon him.