Bearclaw Valley is it okay to cry, sometimes?

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indra's intentions to reinforce the borders were short lived; as she neared the scent of another being prevailed. her amber gaze swept through the smokeborn fog and she moved to close the gap with suspicion edged in each step.

ahead of her a figure loomed briefly into view - towering and unfamiliar. instantly the redleaf was on high alert, her hackles upright like dorsal quills and her muzzle held firmly aloft. 

she uttered no greeting; instead a low growl spilled out into the heavy mist.