Blackfeather Woods So what do you want from me

It has been lonely since their return—though it had been lonely before the war—and she spends most of her time alone. She tends to the borders sometimes, or hunts, but most of the time she kind of… meanders through. She doesn’t go out of her way to find the other wolves. By the smell of it alone there seem to be fewer but she can’t give an accurate headcounts based on the time she’s spent here.
 
When she hears the soft footfalls of someone silent—the sound of crunching snow to a northern is easily detected—and she turns to see the pale form materialize against the snow. Shivali regards him for a moment with one brow arched curiously.