Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

The woman spoke with such confidence that Indra felt stupid for asking. She was still slow to climb out of the pit, still looking to the shadows as if something or someone might emerge from them and cast her down again.

It wasn't quite enough to assuage her fears but Indra wanted desperately to be free, to trust in someone, as well as be useful. Maybe if she succeeded in this hunt then Indra would win favor with the wolves here - at the very least there was a chance the bear was watching, judging.