Lost Creek Hollow He doesn't know when to give up

The path was long and rigorous for Shikoba, though Harlyn kept her afloat like a boat (heh H20 made that rhyme). Each step sent signals of pain through her body like lightning, and all she could do was continue trudging forward with support. Her eyes grew dreary, her vision darkening. She had to force herself to stay awake with every pawstep.

Soon enough, they had reached the spot. Protected, sheltered, small. Shikoba didn't care, she happily and painfully rested her body against the wood. She watched her alpha run off, promising to come with herbs quickly. Shikoba stayed silent, but nodded her head. She waited quietly, watching the forest come to life in her dark vision.