The Bracken Woods oh, black lung, you're back

colt patrolled while indra complied. he checked the short borders and then returned to the flared trunk of the largest tree. 
a pillow, as if she needed luxury. was he going soft? the thought made his jaw tense. he watched for her return, always with tension lining his spine.
colt wasn't sure if he would go after indra if she did choose to leave. she could pick starving or freezing; he'd get on as he always did.
but because the rogue had begun to think of her in terms of his, the very idea rankled him.
she would find him expectant next, ready to lie down with her tucked close.