Sleeping Dragon identity

This was the first time he'd spoken of others by name, rather than telling stories of people or folks he knew, and Indra was sharp enough not to let those names fade with his breath. She recited them mentally so as not to forget.

Colt was ready to leave. He'd eaten his fill by now, as had Indra, and he was even leaving the choice up to the girl for where they'd go next. She turned her attention away from him to survey the land.

Going north would mean climbing the mountain to the glacier's top. South would be easier, plus - I scented others, maybe a mark, west along the river. She hadn't known it to be a village, nor that Colt had once worked the land and its people over already.