Greatwater Lake A story to tell

Shivali watches the other approach while she cleans her muzzle and glances behind her to make sure she has a clear path of retreat. If the wolves she is housed with are enough to incite war, she doesn’t need strangers attacking her for another’s crimes.
 
“Hallo,” she greets in the same clunky manner, mimicking the common tongue as best she can. The question is only met with confusion. “Hunt?” she asks in return. She can tell it’s a question by tone, at least, but she offers an awkward smile. “No hunting,” she adds. Maybe she’s too close to another territory (but her own isn’t that far, right?) and she’s getting too close.