Blackfeather Woods They say it's what you make; I say it's up to fate.

Sleeping hasn’t been something on her forte. She’s good and feeding the children and keeping them warm and clean, but herself? Ugh. She eats (mostly) the food brought to her but everything else is too hard. Her brain simply won’t shut off when she’s given time to sleep and by the time she’s ready, the puppies are up and crying and need things she has to give them. It would be easier to shelve them off to someone else for a little while but with no milk-producing females aside from the traumatized omega, she’s left to take care of them on her own.
 
When Takiyok makes herself known, Shivali lays there for a few seconds before responding, slowly sitting up and lowering her head so she can peer outside the hole to the outside world. “Yes,” she says quietly, unraveling herself from the sleeping bundle. A few minutes will not hurt them, though a keen ear is pointed in their direction as she works her way out of the ground and out into the open. With tired eyes, she steps forward and greets her younger sister with a linger nuzzle of their noses, closing her eyes and enjoying the morning sun beating down through the thinner trees of the woods.