Blackfeather Woods that would make this city way too real

Shivali wakes with a start, bolting up from her small area near the glen, and immediately spews her last meal and bile all over her front legs. She blinks owlishly several times at nothing in particular, carefully picking up her front legs as it falls into place. Acid licks the back of her throat and she uses her tongue to clean at her muzzle, glancing down to see the mess at her feet. She shuffles back, white legs smeared with discolored bile staining her white fur. She spends the rest of the morning cleaning herself up but she can’t clean off the staining enough for it to go unnoticed.
 
A sigh releases from her muzzle and she moves on, giving up on the task. Maybe she’ll come across something else for her to cover it up but she doesn’t look for anything in particular. Most of her time is secluded, avoiding most of the wolves in the forest if she can, but she doesn’t always succeed.
 
The sight of another comes into view, looking at an array before her, and Shivali narrows her eyes. The woman isn’t familiar to her and she wonders if there has been a new joiner lately. The woman lifts her head a bit, flicking her tail, and chuffs a brief greeting before she moves on.