Larksong Grotto eat your kings

Indra had been wrestling with @Laurel when she heard a distinct call wind through the Grotto. She disentangled herself almost immediately, sitting upright with both batlike ears pressed forward in surprise. 

They never had visitors. Never. While last month's Indra might have sheepishly avoided the summons, this-month's Indra was a new being; her bitterness at being replaced, her resentment for being left again by Saena, these things fueled her to leave Laurel's side and make for the border. 

They were red; red like her. She approached them slowly, her amber gaze cold and posture somewhat accusative. They were not pack mates or friends, and instinctively she felt threatened by their arrival at her father's doorstep. "why are you here?" the red child asked quietly, her tone austere.