Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

The lady didn't take the bait. She seemed more interested in Colt, and the prey she earlier said was too big and hard to chase; it put Indra a little off her game, and then Colt bid her to run off and scope the land herself - to give them space, and Indra didn't want to.

She shot him a look that went unveiled a moment, petulant. Then with a huff, she sauntered up along the ice sheet, to the exposed stone and away, making an effort to look interested in something further afield as she did as she was told. By now Indra knew not to test Colt, and especially so with a mark between them.