Flycatcher Downs you might listen to too much jimmy buffett

indra watched, bemused by nebula's apparent lack of directional savvy; eventually the female had settled to a southern latitude. indra's gaze slid past nebula, towards the southern rim of the world. it occurred to the redleaf that she was the strange one; she had spent her entire life in the same corner of the world, and likely would continue to do so -- perhaps nebula was not the strange one after all.

no comment came from the hardened beta; it wasn't useful information, so it did not merit a reply. yet the next thing nebula spoke certainly did, and it propelled indra into action with a half-smile. "we both can look. over there is where the scent grew cold." by now there was no scent at all, but indra stood over the spot she and laurel had discovered anyway, peering out into the realm of trees beyond with a troubled frown.