Greatwater Lake A story to tell

Outside fleeing from war, Shivali has spent most of her time in this area within the confines of Blackfeather Woods. She only knows the warmongers that came to their borders (not to say they aren’t also the same, or at fault, considering the wolf they were protecting us now gone) and has little idea what their potential neighbors are really like. The stranger in the distance is the first she’s encountered and Shivali isn’t entirely sure what to make of it. 

The other radiates friendliness, at least, so she doesn’t feel the need to retreat for the safety of herself (and others) so she proceeds with caution. She moves closer to the water, gaze flicking between the shoreline and the other, until the ground is wet and she can dip her head for a drink. Her own tail sways back and forth a little, lifting her head again and licking the droplets from her muzzle, still keeping an eye on the stranger.