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indra was kicking herself mentally to have forgotten such an important detail; as nebula hummed, indra's expression darkened. she had been frankly stupid to overlook lucas' penchant for flowers. in that moment she was grateful for nebula's fresh set of eyes, which had somehow opened a door yet undiscovered by the wolves that cared for lucas the most.

perhaps it was because of their own grief in missing him that they forgot such an important detail. she was busy looking around them, trying to think of any orchards or softly petaled woods nearby. "i don't know - i don't think so -- there's a glade not too far, but that's it." indra was no botanist, and was not a wolf to observe the beauty of the world the way lucas did -- or had.