Bearclaw Valley they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless

she stood firm before the tall stone-walls of bearclaw, a sentinel before a citadel -- a mother, defending her pup. she did not soften despite the pleading cry of the molten she-wolf; she did not relent under the sniveling call for supplication. her mind had already been made up -- she did not like the way the male had spoken and slunk off, and if her assumptions were right, they might be indelibly bonded as siblings and he would either be back, or she would leave to find him. and if there was one thing indra had had enough of in the stone-walled valley, it was wolves promising her their fealty, and then leaving.

so many had come and gone under indra's trusting wings, only to sink a blade deep in her back as they left. koume. issun. anna. stigmata.

"no." indra repeated, a coldness settling deep in her gaze. "you will leave. now."