Lost Creek Hollow it's all a state of mind

A grin made by Jazz was flashed towards Shikoba, their words never falling into the peaceful silence. She returned the smile with a soft one, following the marching wolf along the border.

The other left, most likely to mark the border before rejoining the Druid. Silently, she continued her way with Jazz, looking around for any signs of life or other wolves. The time was quiet and peaceful for the two females, Shikoba liked it when there was silence.