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it was unusual a stranger offered help - immediately, indra wrestled with identifying the piebald wolf's true motives. was she simply garnering favor, would she truly be the type to return a wayward child to their home? or was she feigning assistance, so indra would not suspect it was her (or her associations) that had whisked laurel's son away?

paranoia was a hard master; indra was brought to heel almost immediately and a coldness came over her gaze. "we're from bearclaw valley." she motioned at the cavernous rise of rocks that marked her home's entrance. it seemed as if her suspicion was passing -- yet it was then that it struck, cold and as deliberate as an ophidian strike. "why are you out here?"