Lost Creek Hollow it's all a state of mind

No worries!

As the two pressed on after seeing something pop it, Jazz was the first to be hit. Her muzzle released a ugly sound, Shikoba turned to see that Jazz had a bit of... white stuff on her shoulder. She was about to give a little laugh, but she felt it on her spine. In silence, she dropped down onto her back and rolled, trying to get the wet stuff off.

After somewhat getting it off, it still left a smear stain that Shikoba would have to wash herself. She turned towards Jazz, who successfully missed splattering it further onto the druid. Her golden eyes cast themselves up to see a large bird, most likely the one who dropped the piece of shit. With her tail flicking itself in annoyance, she let out a rumbling growl.

"Hawk need other hollow" she said in annoyance, giving a bark to the large bird atop the branches. She wanted to scare it off, birds weren't a favorite when they shat on wolves.