Blackfeather Woods unintended worship

When the other woman shakes her head, Shivali’s ears slick back and she shifts awkwardly. Okay, they’re not really getting anywhere. Her nose wrinkles and she glances away, considering the option she just needs to leave. They can try another time, but she is not given such relief. The gesture to follow is obvious, she can gather that at least, and she hesitates to turn and follow. Dark eyes watch as she begins to lead and she can’t deny the tug, deciding it would be too rude to just ignore it after such complicated communication. She sighs and takes a few steps in the pregnant wolf’s direction and follows where the other leads.