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

He was fading. She could've lied in answer, he was drifting away even before she spoke, so he was not likely to lash out.

Naw, was a lesson. Indra murmured. As he drifted she'd think long in to the night about it; the rabbit had been precious and yet she knew it was a gambit, making that altar, having a prize of any kind within his reach. He'd taken and destroyed it.

It was a lesson for the both of them.

Indra nosed in to his fur despite the gooseflesh that she came away with. G'night, she drawled with her voice going quiet. She'd feign sleep until she knew he was deep in his own - but Indra would be staring and awake for a while yet.