Blackfeather Woods lighter than an eiderdown

Given how small their numbers have fallen since the war, she suspects they can keep a low profile for now. If the other pack shows up to check the territory—something she’d do if the victory—there’s been no indication. She doesn’t spend a lot of time outside the borders, keeping close to the dark depths of the woods for any sign of an intrusion. There isn’t much she’d be able to do on her own but the rest of them are on high alert and a short call would bring them closer.
 
For now, she takes a break and moves inward, absently following a scent she can scarcely attach to a face. Most of the wolves seem close and she doesn’t know any of them, except for Kove, and spending all her time with the one leading them isn’t plausible—even if she wants to—so she settles for whatever she’s come across.
 
When she finds the child, her gaze softens and her posture shifts a little. She’s shoving moss into a tree and Shivali watches for a moment until she plops down. The dark collar contrasts against her fur and her brows knit together, trying to get a better look. The woman chuffs lowly for the kid’s attention but with no intention to startle.