Bearclaw Valley Drink me

Commended, Indra felt that tiny flickering hope swell to a new extreme; it wasn't much but it would have to be enough to keep her satisfied. She did not have the rabbit for comfort any longer -- and at least her belly was full, even if it felt like the rabbit meat was alive and kicking there.

The woman took the rabbit; she said she would come back and that caused a fluttering in Indra's chest. She was happy to have made a friend -- a strange friend, a somewhat frightening friend, but a friend none-the-less. Perhaps she could count this one among her first.

Then, she turned and she left. Indra wasn't tempted to follow her up along the edges of stillrift at all. She'd learned quickly that she was meant to stay with the stones, in the dark of the rift.
It was only too bad that she was alone again. She looked to where the rabbit had once been hidden and gave a pitiful little sigh.