Ankyra Sound I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain.

After the tumultuous few months, fear was all she had left. It had risen like a black tide to overwhelm the rest of her, to drown the childish parts of herself until all that remained was hypervigilance and a rabbit-heart.

What the bear-man said only exacerbated how Indra felt. It was the tone of his voice, the rolling lull of it, so full of purpose and power, which burned the stockpile of red flags she'd gathered in her mind.

Her head shook; the rest of her too if you looked closely enough, shivering. She averted her eyes and tucked her nose in to her tail, wanting only to sleep (and knowing she wouldn't); and to be forgotten here in the grotto.