Must Have Been the Wind

Indigo was ready and then some for spring to finally come back, but as time went on it felt as though the weather was only growing colder and there was little to no sign of new plants life. The winter was beautiful, the snow that started to cover the land was gorgeous. Deep down Indigo felt depressed that everything was dead and buried still. He wanted the green again, he wanted his flowers, and to do what he’d been born to do: garden. The extended winter made him restless, and he often made himself patrol extra. To alleviate his paws and do his due diligence to protect the pack as well as his friend and Resin’s assigned responsibility.

He was working on making trails for the smaller members to make it through the thick cnow, of course it was like fighting a losing battle as it continued to come down. Still, he was practically made for this weather. His thick mane and massive size made the difficult winter easier. Indy walked and caught the scent of Cosette out and about. He still hadn’t mentioned Rue and all of the turmoil that came with her loss. Cosette was his friend, the closest he had in the Hallows, and if he could talk to anyone about her it should have been the tiny violet marked she wolf.

”Cosette,” he greeted her softly as he made his way through the snow towards her. ”Are you settling in well? Do you need anything?” Being able to look after someone that was not himself had indeed brought Indy from his self imposed shell. He still hurt, but outwardly he was working hard and ignoring the deeper feelings.