Wild Berry Meadow A pile of corpses that can reach the heavens

indra was aware she still had time to flee -- as the foreboding shadow made its way over to her she poured over her options. the black wraith looked imposing enough that indra was not sure she wanted to turn her back on her for a hot minute - invariably, it seemed her only option was to simply remain put and hope that her disarming posture would keep any potential aggression at bay.

"hi," she ventured somewhat mistrustfully as the wolf pulled closer, noticing now the silvery ticking along the wolf's hide that distinguished koume from solid black. so far, almost every wolf she had met from that forest was some semblance of black -- indra wondered if they were all related.