Bearclaw Valley Drink me

Indra stared after the woman for a while as they walked. She didn't know if they left stillrift behind or if they went to another part of it; the woman didn't slow her pace at all, and the girl was left to find her way. She kept to their heel until they came to the altar.

The smell hit her like a brick wall to the face. It was almost like the smell of the rabbit but much stronger, and she wasn't yet wise to the difference between dead meat and dead thing, and found her belly rumbling despite her recent meal.
Displayed across the altar was a body frozen in time. It was rigid where it lay. Indra didn't look at the face at first; she crept under its splayed limbs to join the woman on the other side, and then saw all the things decorating the plinth along with it: blood, made black by time; bones and skulls which Indra might've mistaken for toys.

The woman asked about the bear.
Indra was about to answer when she locked eyes with the glossy, empty face of the coyote. It looked red like her --
She looked away and stared down at the ugly dirt, unable to answer.