Meadowlark Prairie Can't see the stars, but we're reaching

it was ill advised for indra to be here, in strange and clearly malevolent territory. all the same she felt compulsed by the contorted thing before her, clearly canine -- and luckily for her, clearly friendly. 

her tail remained limp as the little fellow approached, though there hung on her plain face a thin veneer of confusion. the puppy before her was as dark as he was unusual - she was not so rude as to draw attention to his stunted form, yet all the same she was direly curious. 

"hullo," she rejoined amicably, a gentle sway of her tail given in complement. "what's your name?"