Lost Creek Hollow time to sink way into the blue, dear

See, unlike that Tashkent weirdo, Indra at least had one of the proper responses -- amusement was a secondary thing, often accompanied with some sort of remark.  She wasn't going to comment more on her name, though.  Things were easier if nobody bothered to pry -- it wasn't like they were going to get many straight answers anyway.  You did avoid the standard questioning, so what is it you do?  I'm sure right now Rannoch's family is mostly going to be fretting over him, so there's plenty of the usual opportunities...  If Indra was at least partially in charge of the Bearclaw kids, perhaps, Liffey might want her brood taken off her hands on occasion.  It wasn't like Treason would know, she avoided others' children.  There were other things as well, hunting and stuff, blah blah.  Normal stuff.  Surely the Bearclaw lot had at the very least basic skills to fill those gaps.

Treason was nothing if not practical to the point of being callous.  Considering the foe, it could have been worse.  We were lucky, as the world does its best to be cruel.  Rannoch really should have been dead as well.  It was only because packmates seemed to be somewhat nosy and followed him that he was even breathing now.  She supposed that Coelho's death had been honorable, especially for an omega -- perhaps she'd redeemed herself from that rank by her death.  Or not.   Treason wasn't going to put too much effort into thinking about it.