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She’d spent most of the morning with @Kove, enjoying his company as she always does, though she can’t help but wonder if it is only because they have a shared heritage. If another from the north resided with them, would she prefer one over the other? Would she see through whatever charade (if any) Kove has shown her? She can’t deny she’s blinded by the familiarity, keeping close to him so she doesn’t feel alone. Struggling with the language barrier with someone as easy as a child proves the difficulty she’ll have with the other adults, of whom she barely knows.
 
The leader departed when he had other business to attend to and she awkwardly meanders through the glen where they’d been together. There is still so little she knows about the territory, not sure what she’s allowed to go and where she isn’t, but she knows she is safe here. There are no children young enough for her to be a threat, making the glen empty but finding herself comfortable to become familiar.
it would be soon.
soon, the girl curled inside of relmyna whispered. soon. you will remember.
the evoker could not understand such things — what was it she would recall? — but did not dwell on her inner madnesses. only two more writhings had occured in the past weeks; she hoped it was the end of the fits that jarred her teeth together and threw her body around against the ground.
her sickness too had abated, replaced by a great hunger. with their few numbers, the caches were not well-stocked; relmyna felt she might have become quite hungry at times were it not for the gifts of meat from her reaper. today, however, she had not seen him — the evoker was preparing herself for the hunt. yet as she passed through the wood, curiosity about where she would deliver her brood stirred. she was not the only one, the priestess came to realize; there was another, pale as she, and the evoker paused to take stock of the woman, plume waving pleasantly in the air behind her hips.
A flash of white catches her attention and Shivali turns her head, looking across the way at the pale wolf. While Kove is comforting to her, being from the north, the various white coats also make things feel a little more at home. Maegi, now this woman, and so she dips head in familiarity but does not quite cross the distance between them. The young girl she’d spent time with offered up right away and if the other weren’t pregnant, she might guess they were mother and daughter, but she knows the timing doesn’t add up by any means.
 
Shivali chuffs once and steps forward, tail swishing similar to her newest companion.
they were well-met and friendly with one another; after a brief flag of her tail in the air, elevated above that of her companion to confirm her rank, relmyna took the other's scent. a smile curved her maimed lips; she settled to her haunches in the glen and turned her gaze slowly around them, to take in the whelping place's smaller details.
in a short time, relmyna turned her expression back upon the woman, tilting her head as if to ask what the other made of the place.
She does not acknowledge the flag of her tail with anything more than the stop of her own, her stoic expression remaining. As the other pale woman sits and looks around, Shivali glances away instead of following the gaze. If the other isn’t going to interact, she has little interest to stay. Perhaps Kove is finished with whatever he had to do and she can find him again or she can be of some assistance. She’s not been of much use to anyone but home but she hasn’t necessarily tried, especially after attempting communication with Maegi.
 
When she is about to turn to go, she notes the slight shift in the other and she glances back but she stares through the question, not realizing there is one at all.
theirs was a silent communique, but one that relmyna found she could not easily tend. perhaps it was the newness of the other pale woman, her pristine pelt aglow against the patchwork nature of the evoker's own. they could not understand one another, for the tyro had not yet come to know relmyna. that was all right, she decided; the aspirant priestess was good-natured in her own way, and sought to reissue the question.
this time she lifted her scarred muzzle and regarded the den with an exaggerated sweep of her eyes; she brought her gaze back to the wolfess then and tilted her head more visibly, this time with a smile wreathing her ruined lips.
Shivali notes the patience in the other pale woman. The stranger must have been a mute for some time. Now, she’s compelled not to say anything for there are two barriers she’ll have to get over for them to properly understand one another. For now, she’ll try, but it will take time before she’ll get the hang of it. Her eyes follow back toward the den in question and she regards it for a moment. The den she is going to give birth in, she supposes, and turns back to nod she understand, then shakes her head. “I not go,” she assures her, only assuming the common tongue is, or was, her understanding.
the season would be upon the pale woman; relmyna appraised the she-wolf to be mature, gathering the curves beneath the strong build and its cloud of snow-driven fur. the evoker shook her head, gathering herself not without difficulty to her small paws. if there was any chance that the tyro too might be a mother this season, the glen was also hers to explore.
gesturing with her scarred muzzle, relmyna peered into the warm darkness, then back toward her companion. come and look came the missive of her warm gaze.
When the other woman shakes her head, Shivali’s ears slick back and she shifts awkwardly. Okay, they’re not really getting anywhere. Her nose wrinkles and she glances away, considering the option she just needs to leave. They can try another time, but she is not given such relief. The gesture to follow is obvious, she can gather that at least, and she hesitates to turn and follow. Dark eyes watch as she begins to lead and she can’t deny the tug, deciding it would be too rude to just ignore it after such complicated communication. She sighs and takes a few steps in the pregnant wolf’s direction and follows where the other leads.
the other did not wish to come, and for a moment the evoker felt the familiar loneliness sting her heart, but made no show of it. instead, she let the woman come to her side, offering a smile as she led the stranger into the depths of the glen. it was a a protected place, behind rearing stone walls and with a burrow to the tunnels below. relmyna let her eyes drift warmly over the interior, glancing then to the woman.
The strange woman begins to lead them. It feels odd and out of place for her to be somewhere she shouldn’t, where the pregnant wolf should hide her children away from the outside world. It’s foreign to her, somewhere she hasn’t been and odd that she’s here at all. Her tail swishes behind her a few times, looking up the protective walls but ultimately her eyes trail off to the burrow and she wonders if that’s where it leads to, where the lost protection is, and she avoids it in case the mother is protective of her chosen location (like she so previously mistaken before) but makes no attempt to shy away or show her discomfort. 

”First children?” she asks with a bit of a smile, moving around to one side—now on the woman’s right—and blinks a few times at the jagged way her lips reveal her teeth. Shivali runs her tongue across her muzzle and look away, finding interest in something else.
relmyna gave a low soft sound, a grunt perhaps confirming the other's words. they were separated not only by the pale aspirant's lack of speech, but by her packmate's heavy tones. but still relmyna wished to attempt communication; she had felt the lonelinesss of her heart began to weigh more harshly these days, and wished to be shut of you. "ooo?" she forced in the next moment, a trilling variant of 'you?' that she directed toward the other woman, hopeful her verbal attempts would be more easily understood. it was the first time she had attempted such a feat, and beneath her patchwork coat, relmyna felt fear.
Shivali struggles to gauge how old the woman is, to see if she’s a young mother—her scars and wear are misleading—but she smiles when she nods. Maybe puppies will help liven the place up. After the war, and hard hit, it’s hard to stay positive. When she oft feels loneliness and isolation from the few wolves left, she contemplates leaving, but perhaps there is still some good left.
 
The question is turned to her and Shivali sharply looks over, licking her lips. “No,” she says, matter-of-fact. “No children.”  There is no sorrow in her tone. Children have not been deemed for her yet but it does not faze her one way or the other, though a slow breath releases, glancing back toward the glen and moves to one side. “It is safe,” she adds, looking over her shoulder.

The woman lingers a little longer, occasionally offering a word or two, but otherwise feeling uncomfortable. This space is not meant for her, nor does she expect it to ever be, and when she's able she gives the woman her goodbye and swiftly departs.