Bearclaw Valley Drink me

Not knowing what to expect from the woman was the worst part of those initial moments. Indra let the tears flow freely until the woman's warm voice came again.

Her rabbit? Indra blinked, looking away from the altar and along the path they had traveled together, as if she could see the rabbit where she'd stashed it.
With a new furrow to her brow she looked back to the woman but was met with a sharp look and ominous words.

o-oh, oh..kay. Swallowing her nerves, Indra focused on the altar a moment and the coyote's body was a blurry mess. She didn't really want to give up those soft ears and the promise of comfort they would give her, but the woman was frightening.

M..maybe, after, I'll hear... something? Lashes fluttering as she cleared away the misting tears across her gaze, the girl's voice was oddly hopeful.

She liked the woman a lot more when she was warm and kind.