Lost Creek Hollow There's some miscommunication

Shikoba's man attention laid upon Jazz. She seemed to have understood the druid's words, the said woman felt pleased that she did. Sometimes it was hard to communicate with others, and sometimes there were mix ups. She hated not being understood, hopefully she would learn english more as she lived her longer.

Jazz spoke about being new as well (Shikoba filled in the blanks in her head). The woman spoke about not being here for very long, same situation as the druid woman. She nodded her head to acknowledge Jazz that she understood. Her other words became jumbled, but mostly understood. A question rang from her lips that made Shikoba perk up. Was she from different land?

The multi-colored woman nodded her head and looked towards the higher-ranked wolf. "My homeland far. Speak different language than here." Her sentence was a bit less choppy than normal, it probably rolled off the tongue a bit nicer than before. "You?" She asked curiously, leaning forward the slightest.