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indra thought the emotions that transversed across corinna's muzzle had a genuine quality about them. slowly she felt her mistrust melt away, though she still clung to some vestige of careful wariness in case. corinna's comment on them being assholes was met with a mute nod and a gaze baptized by resentful fire - they were more than assholes. they were profligates, derelicts -- men who deserved nothing but horrible and haunting fates.

she cupped her ears forward in surprise as corinna spoke of her absence of a tail. her, a bad-ass bitch? for the first time in months, indra laughed. it was a quiet, sad kind of laugh -- but it was a laugh. she turned her head to look at her stump, which was just as ugly and festering as it had been the last time she looked at it. "really? you think?" she asked, looking back at the caramel-colored female with a faintly amused expression.

that was enough to break the ice that held indra in. she spoke up again. "do you have to go north? what are you looking for?"