Blackfeather Woods galaxies formed from gravity

Shivali droops a little, her smile sweeps from her muzzle, but she tries to stay light. Just because it is not a pack of many of them doesn’t discredit them entirely. This northern wolf stays here, though can easily be a hundred reasons. She inhales a long, steady breath and nods her head in acceptance.

“It is unlikely I’d find that here,” she implies more than anything. If there are others in this area, he’d know about it—she’s sure of it—but she does not press for information. Instead, he returns the questions back to her. It makes sense. She had been the one to call for attention and she’s thankful to have been met with something that settles her mind. “Shivali. Yours?”