Lost Creek Hollow tell me honestly.

Harlyn was quite a happy mother, for she had three beautiful pups in her world. The little one who was blending with the dirt -Silas-. It was a unique name, quite fitting to him to say the least. Shikoba's smile was quite gentle as Harlyn called for her little ones to come out and meet her. The little Larkspur looked back towards the den, almost as if she was trying to bring her brothers out to help her out.

Topic off of the little ones, Harlyn asked about the time Shikoba has spent in the pack. She looked down to her paws, giving them a thoughtful look before returning her answer. "Less than moon cycle, few..." She started, not finishing because she didn't know the right words. "weeks" she finished, able to figure out the right word for her native tongue.