Phoenix Maplewood and way down we go

Shivali is somewhere between reality and slumber when the call is made, instantly shaking loose and snapping to attention. Her heart jumps up into her throat as she tries to look around for the children should they have scampered out of the den, but she doesn’t want to draw attention to their sanctuary with the stranger so close.

Her heart thrums heavily in her chest as her lips peel back, stepping closer to Siarut. His defensive nature causes her feathers to ruffle and her thick fur fans out. If there is one of them, there are many, and Shivali isn’t certain they can take them on in their state. Anxiously, the woman licks her lips and though she only understands the gist of what’s being side, she tries to garner attention. “Only passing through,” she tells her as best she can without much use of the common tongue, glancing up at Siarut to better clarify.