Blackfoot Forest Well, I'm just gonna do here what I gotta do here.

Shivali settles on the ground after the nuzzle, making herself comfortable as the four growing children root around for milk. She does her best to keep herself open to Takiyok but closed enough to offer the security to them they deserve. An additional mouth to feed isn’t ideal but she thinks about the stillborn, how her body had meant for a fourth and some justification to the odd-colored canine.
 
“I know,” she says, glancing away from the feeding children, “I trust you.”
 
When it comes to slowing down, can they afford it? They’ve only just crossed the mountain range and for healthy wolves with no children to care for, it’s a breeze. Blackfeather Woods could be on their heels and they don’t even know it. The greater the distance, the better chance they have. They sacrifice their stamina to get away, messing up the scents along the way. Shivali shakes her head. “No, not yet… we’re not far enough away.”