Noctisardor Bypass She had a voice of last year's cough

Abel strayed far from the den that day. Nothing unusual for the boy. His long, quiet, mindless walks had become a daily routine. At this point he was convinced he’d seen all of Rivenwood from the inside out dozens upon dozens of times. He’s certainly seen the pharmacy. What he’s never seen, however, was his sister roaming here. He came to a halt as soon as he spotted her familiar flaming coat 
Indra?  Disbelief laced itself within his voice. Abel slowly looked to his left, then his right. He tried to swallow his nerves. Where’s mom? 
There’s another constant he’d come to suspect here in Rivenwood: wherever Indra went, Laurel was bound to be nearby.