With a slow flick of her tail the leaves scatter and the few that drifted onto her back shift and settle awkwardly next to her body. "Morning autumn." Her voice sounds harsh and coarse from her slumber, her fur is ruffled from a difficult sleep, Indie isn't exactly in the best of moods.
Rolling onto her back, the sound of bones cracking echoes through the air. A look of displeasure appears upon the cream pelted wolf's face. "Well, nice to know I'm loved." Indie's voice returns back to it's regular sound. Slowly rotating her ears, the dame tries to hear anyone near her, but the result is that she is alone. "Charming."
Indie pushes herself up to a sitting position, forcing a smile onto her muzzle just in case she isn't alone. Raising a nose to the sky, Indie can smell the water, sweet and soft on her nostrils. With a gentle huff, Indie stands to all fours and walks toward the sound of the water, a drink would be a good idea. She closes her eyes and pushes her left forepaw forward to test where the water is. Leaning down, Indie laps up the water with a long pink tongue, her ears set back along her head to listen for any strangers.