The Bracken Woods oh, black lung, you're back

She'd found something decaying in the shadows. It was small. It was intact enough to feed them both, too. Instead of bringing a piece back to Colt or alerting him of it, Indra chose petulance.

He wasn't there to stop her or deny her this: so she ate, tearing apart what once was a large skunk. Its rotted blood stained her face and front. She didn't think about that until after she'd filled her own belly, then a spike of anxiety writhed through her.

She grabbed what remained (a bolt of black fur, a crooked tail, and broken hind feet without much meat left) and carried it with her to wherever he'd set up their camp.