Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

As Shikoba stayed silent, Harlyn seemed to have passed her judgement on the darker female. She was to join, but work with Shikoba to prove the skills she says to have. The Druid arched a brow, but stayed emotionless and gave a firm nod of the head. "Shikoba spar against dark one". Sparring was easy, she was eager to see the skill of this one. She looked towards Harlyn and watched her set off, probably towards her pups and den. She needed to be there, to protect her children.

She stayed quiet, though she released a silent sigh as she watched the dark one.