"Kali isss a good name." She murmured conversationally as she watched the youngster greedily devouring the carcass of the doe she'd taken down for just this purpose not so very long ago. It surprised her, somewhat, to see that this child was even paler in coloration than she was. White instead of silver, edged in dark tones instead of grey markings. But unmistakably a red-blooded eater, judging by the appetite.
"Ssshe is ssstrrong, intelligent. While ssshe will alwaysss be sssmallerr than I, ssshe will grrow up ssstrrong." Decisively she nodded, then turned to regard Rishima with a beaky grin. It was no fault of the child that she was of small lines.