Wapun Meadow it's where it's at daddy

every stranger indra had met had shared their condolences, in their own way; some like saucy had offered help, others had simply said no and moved on. indra reflected on this, drawing a thin frown across her features as she did so.

"me too. it's killing my sister." such blatant transparency was not unusual for indra, though the baldness of her statement might be strange to, well, strangers who were not used to such plainspoken words. "i'm going to keep looking here. this is where he was last, like i said before." she glanced back to the rim of bearclaw, which lurked in the rolling fog grey and formless. "and that is bearclaw -- right between the two stones."