Bearclaw Valley Drink me

This time when she was visited, she smelled the rabbit before she saw it.
Indra thought it was the young man from before — the one who brought her the first rabbit whose ears had become precious to her. Beneath the scent of rabbit was that wolf's scent, but as the stranger came in to view - and then spoke - Indra knew immediately it was someone else.
Maybe they were related to the dark wolf; but it was not one she recognized between the two already infrequent visitors she'd had, and so she was slow to creep forward, and did not answer. Her eyes were wide and fixed upon the rabbit, though.