Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

She was out of the pit. Beside her was the fine-boned, pale creature that had come to rescue her, at least for a little while. Indra hadn't enjoyed the feeling of teeth against her nape too much, as it brought back the memory of the cave where the scary man had been and the bear, which was hazy at best. But, she was quick to put that aside.

Her mouth felt dry. She felt her heart racing at a beat she hadn't felt in quite a while, and as uncomfortable as that was, nothing would ease the sensation. Indra listened to the woman, hearing praise as well as a plan, and it brought some calm to the girl. She had never hunted anything before and, truth be told, didn't know what such a task involved.

She was also worried that she'd be caught outside of the rift. The nagging feeling that this was a trick could not be put aside.

The pale woman led her away from the rift in what felt like a random direction, and Indra kept herself low and quiet the entire time, more out of fear than prowess. What was she looking for? She knew rabbits were food and that their ears were soft (they were her favorite part, those ears) and looked to Pandora frequently for clues.