Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

she had never been an expert hunter, and so, remained oblivious to another's presence until the wind nearly clouted her across the head with wraen's scent. she jerked her head round, searching for the presence the wind suggested was quite near, and laid her eyes upon a monochromatic female not too distant from where she stood. indra felt alarm trickle into her chest initially, but it faded as she regarded the steely woman's conformation: no sign of aggression was held in her posture, nor did she look particularly displeased to see indra.

she might have ignored the woman's presence except she thought she recognized some semblance of scent upon her. indra's brow knitted and she took a few steps towards wraen, her muzzle bobbing as she drank the cold air through her searching nostrils. "who are you?" she asked into the wind, trying with difficulty to pin what allegiance the female held by scent alone.