Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

Indra knew to listen for certain cues.

This one did not give her much to work with: no destination by name, no person spoken of. That was workable too, because it further proved this stranger was all alone.

Home, she answered. It was what this one wanted to hear, wasn't it? Somewhere warm where they could eat and rest, the likes of which all wolves desired. We did a hunting trip, me and my da, but the cold place has very little.

She looked over her shoulder to where she'd left the swarthy man, but only for a moment, as Indra did not want to lose sight of this stained oddity she had found for them.