Larksong Grotto to conquer, first they must divide

She found a ledge swiftly enough and settled there, slumping back upon her haunches uneasily. Then, when that stopped being comfortable after a few seconds, she lay belly-flat. Maybe it was the fact she hadn't been here in days, or maybe it was just the wounds across her body that irritated her, but Tavi could not get comfortable. Who could get comfortable outside in the dirt, though? There were too many sharp rocks and sticks and things; but that wasn't her problem. Tavi had no way of knowing that her belly had begun to swell. That the fur of her most tender bits of midsection was thinning out. Soon she may notice the change in her teats, but currently she was thoroughly concerned with her own comfort.

The woman was barely settled when she heard the soft boof of another wolf. Tavi was abruptly lifting herself then, and turned her deer-in-the-headlights eyes upon the stranger. The brief fear coupled with a wave of confusion as she looked upon herself — not really herself, but someone who looked eerily similar. The fur along her back prickled, and she half-stepped to make up for some discombobulation.

Who're you. She stated flatly, demanding an answer rather than being in any way amicable; Tavi was on edge ever since her return, and she felt even more defensive when faced with her doppelganger.