Qeya River What’s meant to be will always find a way.

There’re a few wolves within her new home that do not have the same tongue and she’s reminded the glacier isn’t fully like home. It never will be and she’s accepted that as well as she can. So when she hears the common tongue of the other wolf she sighs, then smiles a little, and nods again. The rest of what he says is mostly foreign to her and she glances over her shoulder, hoping one of her brothers had followed along to help but there’s no sight or smell to them, so she refocuses on Steele.
 
“I’m Shivali,” she says on a thick tongue, but nothing else. She doesn’t move any closer, letting him close the distance between them, but watches him carefully.