Lost Creek Hollow tell me honestly.

Shikoba was happily dozing off, however as she made contact with the ground, a loud yapping noise filled her ears. It didn't sound like a normal wolf, no it was younger to the point where it sounded as if it belonged to- oh dear god. Her golden eyes shot open as her body hauled itself up and looked around. The druid women was near pups, meaning there was a protective mother nearby and probably not in the mood to have a stranger waltz in.

If she was a human, should would've face-palmed instantly. However she wasn't, so what could she do? The mother of the small yapping pup called out a greeting, sounding friendly and welcoming almost. Turning her head towards the direction of the voice, she stood up and started to make her way over, stature low but a content body posture. 

She meant to harm in any way, but rather just to meet the mother. Hopefully she wouldn't wish to maul the druid. She decided to call out to the unknown, her head tilted. "Greetings. Mother of small ones?" She asked, thinking about maybe if this woman was instead a sitter of somesort.

Who was Shikoba to guess things like these? It wasn't her place.