Silver Moraine he's got an everloving bone to pick with one and all

as she strode towards the chestnut-furred wolf, she caught in his gaze the lingering on her tail, or lack thereof. normally, such a brief glance spared towards its absence might rile defensiveness in the redleaf, but today, indra needed to be approachable, she needed to know if lucas had been seen -- and a hostile reaction would do her (or lucas) no favors.

hope lights in her eyes as tezcacoatl's gaze seems to imperceptibly read he had seen a puppy -- but as he expanded, a frown worried her expression. "no, no -- lucas is a boy." she retorted immediately on the heels of his answer, already feeling a long sigh press through her hoarse throat. "you sure it was a girl? what did it look like?"