Heron Lake Plateau Rock and a hard place.

The arrival of two familiar faces shifted things somewhat. She spotted Niamh first and her tail fanned happily behind, but then she heard Ceara speak and as her eyes flicked in her direction she felt a fluttering in her belly. The girl knew by the way the black furred wolf responded that she had messed up; a part of her was still too proud to ask for help properly, and beyond that, she felt spotlighted after the arrival of the others. Ikkuma didn't want to appear weak - especially in front of her sparring partner - but the leader's accusation was clear.

"I am not a freeloader, she would make that as clear as possible. There was no doubt that she was irritated by the insinuation Raven was making - this quid pro quo insult that she didn't deserve - but she had to do better to play nice. "If it helps, I'll even gather the herbs needed, or food for your people, or - you know, anything you want. I don't know how to fix my shoulder myself though. It - it feels wrong. Hot."

She would not beg outright but the look Ikkuma gave to Raven was specific; she was apologetic and doing her best to reign in her pride, hoping that she could convince these women to help her.