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the cool response the individual uttered was almost a rebuke to the red wolf; confused by his indifference (and also vexed by the cloud of disorientation storming around him) indra took a tentative step backwards. it was not often she was met with anything but general ambivalence and his reaction to her appearance seemed almost like he was rejecting her presence.

she could not help but let her eyes stray to his nose again, and this time she noticed faint puffiness that hung like dark smog under his gaze. she did not connect he might be hurt, only that he had been -- yet no maternal urge threatened to overtake her.

"you?" she answered plainly enough, never having had the penchant for coyness. "what's wrong?" she wanted to say 'what's wrong with you?' but stopped short lest she find out just how exactly he acquired the marks that blighted his countenance.