Heron Lake Plateau your ass is grass and im gonna mow it

It had been a few days since she'd discussed things with Raven and Niamh, a few days of adjustment and treatment which had done wonders for her cut shoulder. She had been attentive when treated and knew to some extent what she needed to look for if she was going to replenish the herbs that the medicine woman had used; still, Ikkuma had been told to take it easy initially and her shoulder agreed. It wasn't her way to let anything stop her, so even with a throbbing shoulder and her mind a little addled from Raven's remedy for the small infection that had worked its way in to the wound, she was roaming her new home and looking for anything that might be of use. Anything that would prove to these Redhawks that she wasn't some lazy asshole. As always, she was eager to prove herself.