Lost Creek Hollow tell me honestly.

It hadn't occured to her that her packmate - Shikoba - had trouble with the common tongue. Not until she referred to Harlyn's mate as "alpha Mordecai" did her suspicion grow, only to be confirmed a moment later. Harlyn nodded thoughtfully, giving a smile. It was not the first time the uncultured had come to her doorstep, nor did she suspect it would be the last. Harlyn rather thought the spirits guided them here on purpose for her to take under her wing, which Harlyn was only too happy to do.

"I am very glad to meet you as well, Shikoba," Harlyn said with a gracious smile. It was then that Larkspur finally decided to relax. She was still a bit on edge, but her mother was confident and calm which made her feel better. She snaked around Harlyn's forelegs like a cat, peering at Shikoba now with curiosity instead of distrust. Harlyn glanced at her before giving her a nudge. "This little one is Larkspur. Sundrop, can you say hello?"

Larkspur peered up at her mother anxiously, then peeked over at the woman with newfound shyness. She gurgled something that might have been a word, then smushed her face into Harlyn's leg, still watching Shikoba while the matriarch chuckled lightly.