Greatwater Lake A story to tell

What has she gotten herself into? Her jaw tightens as the other speaks and she smiles in return. She’s so nice. Shivali isn’t used to it. The wolves in Blackfeather are a poor reflection and the wolves of the north were far from welcoming. Instead, the other offers information (albeit not much) so easily and by the tone and direction of her muzzle, she’s able to gather enough. The mountain in the distance must be theirs and she nods a little as question. “Sawtooth,” she calls themselves, pointing in the southern direction of the mountain range, miles from where they stand. “We move here,” she decides to add because, why not?