The Tangle you better keep your head, little girl

Chacal had to war with her own instincts not to follow Indra’s gaze or flinch at every balk. Occasionally, she slipped up and when Indra jerked her head to stare in a direction, Chacal would as well- but she tried for the most part to seem comfortable and blasé. She did not believe they were being followed, and trusted that Valravn was also keeping an eye out. She, too, listened, tasted the wind, and watched for movement-  it tried to keep her watchfulness hidden.

Indra seemed to tense up the more attention she was given. This was hard for Chacal, who wanted very much to comfort the girl. She wasn’t used to giving someone space in order to help them stay calm, nor was she used to having to try this hard to earn trust. 

Indra’s flattened ears were a sign that she did not want to be spoken to, but Chacal wondered too if that wasn’t her way of communicating that she would rather be listening for footsteps, obsessing over this fear she carried. With both Chacal and Valravn carefully escorting her, she should have felt safer. 

She kept her voice quiet, so that both she and Valravn could still listen to the forest around them. But she would not give up on trying to soothe Indra by carrying on with reassuring conversation. ”You will fin’ a home wit’ our family. We ‘ave many secret, safe places nobody but Sapphique can find. Would you like dat?” She asked quietly.