Lost Creek Hollow Tired and forgotten.

With the return of Ishi, Shikoba had been able to breathe easier in her den. Healing wasn't taking as long as it felt, she was able to move with a smaller limp, the redness of her scars was starting to fade. But they still marked her.

With the howl bringing her to her feet, the native woman made her way through the trees and grass towards the border. Her muscles popped as she straightened her body and raised her stature. Her head and tail was held high, along with her hackles.

She could see a figure sitting in the distance, and she looked calm. Shikoba showed off her scars proudly as she stood, giving off a loud bark. Her scars were not scars for the very moment, they were proof that she survived something. Something big and dangerous.

Her bark was to alert the loner that he or she was not alone, but also being her leaders @Mordecai and @Harlyn over. She continued her way over before pausing and saying anything. She knew why she was here.