Lost Creek Hollow Too close for comfort

The fauna who looked like a fellow canine noticed Shikoba's mad running, for she had made it out safely and stayed in the neutral land. The druid slid into position, her head low in defense though staring dead at the canine animal. It seemed to be quite confuse with Shikoba's actions, and didn't seem to cause any harm.

Her form seemed to simmer down, her body a bit more relaxed as her head raised from her battle stance. The canine had what looked to be a weasel in its' mouth, though it was placed near the border. Shikoba tilted her head at the action, wondering what it was for.

She was soon answered by her unknown question. Why was this thing intruding into LCH lands? Did she not smell the borders? The gamma relaxed more as she scanned over the large mix, her head tilted the slightest.

"Did you not smell border?" She asked choppily, looking at the invisible line. Her left paw patted the ground softly, looking towards the large canine. "Wolf markings-" she started off, "show territory claim" she finished, looking down to where the border ran.

Her eyes darted towards the weasel. "Keep catch" she replied, nudging the small vermin towards the other.