Lost Creek Hollow tell me honestly.

*butts in*

Quietly, the druid woman made her way round the territory, checking the hollow and making sure everything was in tact. The weather was quite cool, her fur was adjusting better when it was getting warmer. Thin coats weren't very... effective during the winter, but luckily spring was coming fairly quickly. Settling with a long stride walk, the woman kept making her way around the hollow with silence.

Few birds called out and fluttered about, their wings painted in blue or black, white or red, capturing the druid's attention. Not seeing where her paws landed, the front paw snagged itself in a tree root, causing the woman to fall forward with a gasp and tumble in a somersault. Grumbles and growls escaping her dark lips, Shikoba steadied herself onto the ground, laying there like a dead fish.

She puffed her cheeks in a annoyed fashion, pushing herself up in a weird, sitting, sideways manner. Muttering in her foreign tongue, she got up and shook out the loose dirt. Moving at a slower pace, her eyes scanned the ground to prevent herself from tripping again. While making her way over, she saw a nice open area where she could rest in the warmth of the sunlight.

Making her way over, she kept her hackles and head low, then flopped onto her rump in the grass. Content with herself, she then flopped onto the ground as if she was dead weight, exhaling happily and rubbing the side of her head on the ground. Her golden eyes shut themselves peacefully, and her body began to slow itself down for a quick rest.

She didn't even know she was in presence of the alpha and her offspring. Luckily for her, she was far enough away where she was not a threat in any way. However, what could she know? Maybe the woman was protective...?