Emberwood got no time, got no mind

another friendly stranger for the books. indra marveled at how the wilds is replete with benevolent souls - it seems the exclusion zone must buffer around her. she is bitter about that; that the hinterlands seems to harbor good souls all well beyond bearclaw's reach, but she swallowed her pride anyway, deciding then it might be better to share more than share too little.

after all, some good may come of it -- if this she-wolf did run a sanctuary, and any of bearclaw's lost souls managed to come by it.. well... at least they would be safe.

"i'm indra. lucas is the piebald one. piper is the red and white one. they're siblings. my nephew, and niece. we're from bearclaw valley.. it's ... not too far, but not too close either. where is this sanctuary? what were you doing out here?"