Lost Creek Hollow blackbird song is over now

Her question was answered with humor, the faint and ghostly smile that graced Mordecai's lips made Shikoba try to mirror it. It was small, but proudly shown.

Her own thoughts began to run around her brain. The numbers were dwindling of Lost Creek Hollow, and Shikoba was not about to give up her home to some damned hell cat. The cat would die in her jaws, she was sure of that.

Her mirderois thoughts began to shut down as Mordecai spoke again. His questions made her pay attention, she thought before speaking. Pain everywhere, Shikoba survive though. 

She paused to catch a breath.

Tell Harlyn Shikoba's thanks.