Blackfeather Woods your soul stained my shoulders

One sensitive ear twitches at the first signs of disruption. Her youngest child makes a sound but the mother does not move yet, not compelled to return and offer comfort. The freedom she feels not being tethered to them is short-lived, however, as there is no one else to offer comfort. Heavy eyes droops and she sighs, standing upon all fours and shaking out her fur. She makes sure to stretch each limb effectively as she spins around, working her way into the hidden den in time to hear the growl, not wanting the puppy to disrupt the other two slumbering children. With reassurance, Shivali licks the back of her head and twists her cramped limbs back into herself, lowering down around the trio and pulling the close, returning the warmth they lacked in her absence.