Qeya River What’s meant to be will always find a way.

He doesn’t belong to a pack, she can deduce that much, and when he poses a question she slowly nods. “Most,” she states. Mirabelle is about the only wolf she’s spent time around that does not share the same tongue. The others have kept their distance and she hasn’t gone out of her way, either.
 
Shivali looks down at her feet and then the water, before deciding it is best to get out of danger. “This way?” she suggests, moving further from the lakeside to where the ground feels more secure beneath her feet.