Permafrost Hollows maybe there is damnation

The birds were a good sign. Indra was energized by her earlier meal and when prompted to lead the way, moved ahead without worry. She slunk at first - posture low and lacking confidence - until she was closer, and the childish desire to chase overpowered sense.

Onward she went, frightening some of the birds away in a tizzy of black feathers. She was engrossed in this game and forgot to look for the carcass they no doubt circled - or whatever had drawn them.