Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

As the stern look of Harlyn enveloped the dark wolf, Shikoba looked towards the large scar upon her body. Shikoba had a few hidden scars, her fur had grown over a few.

Containing her silence, Shikoba shifted her paws a bit. However, her superior had asked about her knowledge in fighting and defending. Shikobabhad to think for a bit, before giving a firm nod of the head. She knew a good amount. But what was the word..? Lots, extensive?

"Much, taught young" she replied, her golden eyes casting over the black one once more.