Lost Creek Hollow What a perfect day to relax and... ooh a butterfly!

Shikoba was first giggling like a child with a butterfly, the next Haven's paw bopped her nose and swatted the butterfly away into the air. At first, the druid looked at Haven and cocked a brow. What was she thinking? But the girl quickly apologized for her actions, stating that it was all out of want to capture the small insect. The native smiled and shook her head softly, looking towards Haven.

"Its okay. But Haven should respect butterfly" She started off, remembering her old teachings. "Even if butterfly small, butterfly is life. Life is life, should not take. Bad things can be take, small and good things stay."

Shikoba was never one to kill anything out of spite. Even with her family murderers engraved into her head, she would not kill them. It was not her place, it was an act of evilness to her. All life was precious, no matter what unless known to be evil.