Lost Creek Hollow tell me honestly.

It was quite an enjoyable sight to see young ones running around with their little paws, acting as if nothing mattered. How delicate and precious they were, Shikoba wanted to just hold on in her arms. Truth to be told, Shikoba had always wanted to be a mother. She wanted to be able to teach her children the ways of her tribe and the preciousness of life. However, only leaders were allowed to breed, something Shikoba was not.

Harlyn's child hung around her legs, almost afraid to meet the druid. She first looked at her mother, then Shikoba. Shikoba smiled wide as the little one -Larkspur - hide from the stranger. Her golden honey eyes even saw another little batch of pups in the den, one almost perfectly blending in with the dirt. She laughed lightly at the sight of the pups before smiling towards Harlyn.

"Pups beautiful" she started off, leaning her neck down towards Larkspur, but far enough to not come off as a threat. "Harlyn talk of other small ones?" She asked, wanting to meet the others if they weren't as shy.