Lost Creek Hollow He doesn't know when to give up

Harlyn's presence was very much so welcomed by Shikoba. However, her gentle look over on the native made her muscles contract in the slightest. Her cold nose brushing against her damaged body made the native bite down her tongue to prevent whimpers.

Hearing the command to stay still, Shikoba said nothing but did as she was told. She then felt Harlyn clean her wound upon her face, wiping off the dirt and ever gushing blood. It stung to say the least, Shikoba's claws dug into the ground as small whines escaped her mouth. She however held her head firmly where it was, not daring to move.