Blackfeather Woods unintended worship

The strange woman begins to lead them. It feels odd and out of place for her to be somewhere she shouldn’t, where the pregnant wolf should hide her children away from the outside world. It’s foreign to her, somewhere she hasn’t been and odd that she’s here at all. Her tail swishes behind her a few times, looking up the protective walls but ultimately her eyes trail off to the burrow and she wonders if that’s where it leads to, where the lost protection is, and she avoids it in case the mother is protective of her chosen location (like she so previously mistaken before) but makes no attempt to shy away or show her discomfort. 

”First children?” she asks with a bit of a smile, moving around to one side—now on the woman’s right—and blinks a few times at the jagged way her lips reveal her teeth. Shivali runs her tongue across her muzzle and look away, finding interest in something else.