Dragoncrest Cliffs sometimes, I pray for you at night

The voice came again. It wasn't a normal voice; Indra thought it resembled the sound of branches against branches, which made it eerie. She looked around herself terrestrially and saw no sign of any wolves, so it wasn't someone of the pack. It came from up high.
When the bird moved its head, she saw it plainly.
I'm —! Indra began to answer, but stopped, and let out an awkward huffing laugh. I'm talking to a bird. Good one Indra, you're so alone that you're imagining friends in high places. She felt her soul curdle inside herself.