Larksong Grotto eat your kings

this was the first -- and likely the only -- time that indra felt allied alongside jhala. the female that dared cross their borders was not without reproach - as jhala spoke indra shouldered next to her, a slim and gamine figure cut by indolence. who did they think they were, storming their home? they may have looked like her, but they sure as hell weren't friends. the way the leading male spoke to her father made her fur stand on end.

indra kept on her toes, watching heba with a hateful glare: one move, one more step, and the red child would hold her inhibition no longer.