Dragoncrest Cliffs sometimes, I pray for you at night

the raven made a sound that was a laugh; short, cut-off caws.

she leaned forward to better look at the wolf, now possibly identifiable as a he judging by name and voice. 

( unless the recent lack of interaction with canines had skewed her perception of their sex identifiers. and if so, what a fun mistake that'd be to make! )

"perhaps this a vision, hmm?" the pale bird cocked a brow, more to get into character than convey anything to the short-sighted hunter. "an ancient god, come speak with little indra!"

her voice adopted a pitiable cadence. "poor, poor little indra, so hurt. and for what reasons? none!"