Blackfeather Woods unintended worship

A flash of white catches her attention and Shivali turns her head, looking across the way at the pale wolf. While Kove is comforting to her, being from the north, the various white coats also make things feel a little more at home. Maegi, now this woman, and so she dips head in familiarity but does not quite cross the distance between them. The young girl she’d spent time with offered up right away and if the other weren’t pregnant, she might guess they were mother and daughter, but she knows the timing doesn’t add up by any means.
 
Shivali chuffs once and steps forward, tail swishing similar to her newest companion.