Hoshor Plains god is a city overflowing with fists

Her eyes narrow as he asks her a question, repeating the name of the enemies to Blackfeather Woods. Their recent arrival on their borders doesn’t sit well and his accusing look gives her mixed information but what does that mean for him? Is there something wrong with the caldera, or is his face just… like that? Shivali licks her lips, deciding she doesn’t like it, and shifts her weight a little to be able to spring away if she needs to, but ultimately answers anyway: “no.”
 
Not knowing where the caldera is, really, other than the wolves had come from the western border, she glances over to the mountain range behind them, repeating herself. “South,” she tries to better enunciate so he’d understand. “Mountain,” she adds with a points south east, hopefully away from the caldera.