Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

The woman said something in a language Indra had never heard before. She didn't care for the woman's tone, and took her cues from Colt who refused to back down; he repeated the conditions that must be met before the woman could eat, and to puncuate that with how serious the situation was, Indra let a low rumble climb up her juvenile throat.

It didn't have the same timbre as Colt's might. She wasn't sure what Colt would require of her either - but he was teaching her to survive, to take what was necessary, and to him the girl was devoted.

She bristled and paced, unsure of what to do and waiting for some sort of revelation.