Blackfeather Woods mamihlapinatapai

a little something for these two, @Moonshadow (forward dated around 4/28 -4/30ish)

(n.) a look shared by two people, each wishing the other would initiate something which they both desire but neither wants to begin.

She assimilated quietly and in an undistracting manner, for the witch had little desire to incur the same silent disregard she had received at the borders. Perhaps she was unwelcome; it mattered as little as her words had in either case. It was unspoken that she was to care for the pregnant Moonshadow, a task that suited Istoira perfectly fine. 

She attended her duties - patrolling the borders and adding her own mingling scent to the others with a displaced feeling that it did not belong there. She hunted, leaving a portion of her game within the pack's caches as she had promised Mou though the charred girl reserved the choicer catches for the dark lady. 

Midday, though one would not be able to guess the time from within the dim Woods - a fact that the Storm-bringer was still acclimating to - found her weaving amidst the black trunks with a different sort of prize held gingerly in her scarred maw. 

The firewood sought Moonshadow's den, lingering some respective distance from its entrance - for the last thing she wished was to make the woman uncomfortable with her proximity to what would likely become a whelping nest. 

She called softly for the dark lady, voice vaguely muffled by the leathery beaver foot clenched betwixt her lips - a soft, fatty chewtoy that Moonshadow's children might enjoy playing with, well into the future when they began to teeth.