Two Rivers Isle i'm like a shot of adrenaline [m]ixed with some ritalin

There was a tremendous amount of hooting and hollering which triggered something in Indra, and made her want to snap her teeth or maybe withdraw, she couldn't be certain in that frenzied moment. Colt was alive! She should have felt happy; maybe she did, but it was confused with the surprise she felt, and the betrayal that was so raw, with him standing there as if nothing had happened. Lots had happened, though — Indra had grown in to herself, she had learned to survive alongside Gun and there was a certain level of independence she would refuse to give up, even for Colt.
Colt, who showed his own elation in his surly way. Colt who had somehow aligned with another collection of wolves, by his own admittance, and as he recalled the names of the gang and those who were no longer with them, Indra scoffed and sulked, and let him have his moment. She did not know what to do! He was rough-housing with Gun as if no time had passed at all; but to Indra, it was like being forced back in time to when she was less sure of herself.
Sadey's still kickin', He said pointedly to her, and she flicked her white-licked ear towards that familiar voice, then seemed to withdraw again.
Gun'n I — we hunted fer you. Her eyes burned as she watched Colt, unwavering. Got to a point we almost starved, y'know? More'n once. The girl snorts here, swallowing some of her ire as she was reminded of their adventures and their strengths together. Iron-spined, now. Nobody could take that away from her.
And yer here, alive, on vacation. A scoff; exasperated, unable to identify any of her emotions but at least she wasn't yelling. She looked at Gun then, contemplative, and the idle woman nearby, and then Colt again —
Suppose we could stay a while.