Bearclaw Valley they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless

it was a fleet scene, yet indra's heart still hammered long after both wolves had departed. her resolve could have been wrong - she might have been cruel for what she did - but she kept thinking of all the wolves that left her, all the wolves that took advantage of their family and then left when it suited them.

merrick's trotting form besides her nosed the trail left by the duo indra had spurned. she sighed, answering his question to the best of her ability: "i didn't trust him. something about it didn't sit right with me." she wondered, young as merrick was, if he had ever experienced that side of his nature - intuition was a strange thing, visiting as it pleased.