Ankyra Sound I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain.

When the bear spoke to her Indra was, in a word, mortified.

He said he would not harm her without good reason; that tracked with what she had been taught and, terrified now of all the possibilities tumbling through her mind at rapid-fire pace, she knew she had to appease him or face judgement and, quite possibly, injury.

He wanted her name. I-Indra.

Her tongue felt thick and her mouth dry, but she answered truthfully - since the bear would know if she lied. She would not unwind her body from the tight coil against the wall; however, he held her full attention.

Blackwater, what an ominous name for a place.