Indira once remembered Rougaru fondly, but now, such memories seem so far away. A lot has changed since then. They both have changed. They find themselves standing on opposite sides of a war, staring across a lonely no-man's land, trying to make sense of what once was, and what still could be.

Indira is glad to feel the tensions ease. A fragile peace settles over them, draining Indira of adrenaline and fear, and letting the weight of her exhaustion settle over her once more. She lets out a long breath, and weary eye-lids droop, but her ears remain angled intently forward. Her voice is rough with wanted sleep, but soured by the bitter edge of hate. "Raider is a pox upon this earth." Indira is loyal to Persephone, Evren, Tarek, and the Forest, but at least Warsaw and Cullen fight for their own reasons. Whether Indira can agree with them or not, they invade with a purpose other than to create terror. Warsaw fights for a lifestyle important to him, and Cullen seeks colts to raise among the bachelors. As much as Indira disagrees with their ways, she can understand their perspective. Raider uses war as an excuse to have some twisted fun at innocent's expense. The world would be a better place without the likes of him.

His line should end with him. Indira can feel Raider's filth taking root inside her. It's a feeling imagined, but enough to make her feel sick. "I'm sorry to hear about your daughter.", she murmurs. She offers a gentle nod of understanding and amber eyes rise to meet the green intensity of his stare. Butterflies take wing. He may not be her Romeo, but his is a face worlds better than Raider's. There is a soul behind those eyes, a swirling pattern of dark and light. There is trouble in them, but Indira sees no real evil there.

"No," she begins. Her skin burns under the heat of his breath. "I'll stay." She wards away the threat of sleep with a flutter of long lashes. "Until I figure out what to do about Raider." Indira closes the narrow distance between them with a small lift of her chin. Their muzzles meet. The power of a single touch wraps Indira in a warm cloak of friendship. They might find themselves fighting on opposite sides of someone else's war, but they are not enemies.

Dark and tangled lengths of tail swing from hip to hip, spreading the scent of temptation. Her eyes drift shut, but her lips part. "You know why raider targeted me?" If Rougaru doesn't get it by now his nose is blind. "He thought I'd mother the next generation of little Raiders." She opens her eyes, meeting his stare with a hell-hot intensity. "I'd rather not do that.", she hisses. "Care to help me out?"

Indira can't help it. Deep in sick feelings of disgust, a little joy finds a way. One corner of her lips tugs into a hint of a crooked smile. After the hell she's just been through, the universe owes her a little fun. She just hopes Rougaru's swimmers are faster than Raider's.