Dragoncrest Cliffs I ain't afraid to get a little crazy.

Indra watched the comings and goings of Sapphique for a few minutes. Inevitably her attention would draw down to the dirt between her toes, or more specifically the superficial cuts to her forelegs that she'd made with her teeth. They had scabbed over and itched fiercely. She felt no shame in looking at them — not until a little cough from among the trees startled her.
When she turned to look at where the stranger was perched, her shoulders bunched up and she felt immediately self-conscious about her own visibility.
A warmth flooded her face; the fur along her nape prickled, and all at once the spike of embarrassment that made Indra feel caught, became a defensive shout of, What're you looking at?