Lost Creek Hollow it's all a state of mind

She flashes Shikoba a quick, wolfish grin as she settles into the task at hand. It comes easy to her because it is probably the thing in her life she's put the most effort into being good at. Even from a tender young age, she'd aspired to be a valued defender of the pack and looked up to those who were. It had seemed to be in her very blood to want to succeed at this, so even if life had changed drastically for her in the last few months, this was something she held fast to even here in the Hollow.

Jazz moves lightly over the landscape but with a purposeful march to her step. She sniffs and scans the area, eventually finding a spot worth freshening the marking on -- which she branched off to do quickly before rejoining Shikoba's immediate vicinity. Mordecai's words about dangers looming in the wilds and cougars attacking wolves hangs somewhere in the back of her mind, but she tries not to let it distract her. Not now, anyway. All she could do was be vigilant.