Greatwater Lake A story to tell

The other responds stiffly and Shivali can’t tell if it’s her broken speech or if something is wrong. Nervously, she licks her lips and looks away, waving her tail a little to make sure she’s seen as friendly. Had she said something wrong in response? Was it an invitation to hunt? She isn’t able to make sense of it, and the next question—this one she’ll nail—doesn’t really clear up the confusion.
 
Shivali opens her mouth to speak, catching herself on the word north. Her former home will do no good here and her current home won’t either, really. “South, on mountain,” she decides, recollecting the spire on her way through to Blackfeather. Close enough. Not too far from where they stand. “You live?” she asks in return.