Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

Shikoba's presence was received with kindness, Harlyn's smile was obvious before returning to the stranger. Her ice cold glare softened a bit, the she wolf was on her back, her belly exposed. A deep sign of submission, Shikoba still stayed silent.

The black one continued her explanation, she was never apart of a pack and hadn't been taught properly. She was abandoned, a sad story.

The alpha questioned the exposed wolf's skills, for what could she offer if she was not taught properly?

Shikoba was interested to hear, her ears perked forward. She cast her eyes back to Harlyn, wondering what she would do.