Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

Shikoba admitted to knowing a lot about fighting, and Harlyn grinned to show her pleasure at this fact. She turned back to the dark-furred female at their paws, listening as she spoke again - more oaths and promises and stories of her past. Harlyn admittedly had heard enough of that, and in truth, her mind was already set even without the distractions of her imagination.

"You may join us," she said after a moment, "But I am wary of how much your words match up to your actual skills, and so I'd like it if you would spend some time with Shikoba here proving your talents and learning a few things if you happen to not be as impressive as you claim to be." Harlyn turned to her packmate then, quirking a single brow as though questioning whether or not she accepted this task that had been laid upon her.

But whether or not she did, Harlyn did not necessarily know, for the next moment she was dipping her muzzle to them both and turning away to stride off into the woods. It was in her mind to return to her pups then, though she didn't announce it verbally. Her business was done as far as she was concerned.