Blackfeather Woods issorartuyok

she was never very far away from the den, providing aid and moral support to Shivali whenever she needed it. she had been taking a much-needed nap in the sun after hours of diligent herb-gathering when a noise roused her, her eyes slowly fluttering open. little Sos was stationed at the foot of a tree, looking contemplative; his other siblings appeared to be asleep.

with a stretch and a yawn, Tahani rose to her feet, padding over to her nephew with a gentle rumble in her throat to let him know she was coming. she gave him a lick if he would allow, preening gently over his downy fur before pulling back, smiling down at him.

"hello, Sos," she greeted, tilting her head slightly to one side. she didn't know what tongue Shivali had chosen in which to speak to her children, but then, they were still too young to really grasp language altogether. and, anyway, no harm for them to learn the northern language, though they were so far south. "what are you doing?" she asked, making it clear on her face she was inquiring as to his activities today.