Emberwood someone say a hail mary for this house

Mordecai took notice to Shikoba wishing to stay with him, but returned his gaze towards their path of traveling. The native was silent, the dead land around the traveling party made her eneasy. She felt a slight breeze blow through her as if she was a shirt on a clothes line, her body becoming a bit unbalanced.

She recollected herself, but stood still when the voice of Harlyn arose. They were to rest, the two would converse with another while the white one would watch the children. Shikoba would stand guard. The native put no words out, only nodding and moving closer a bit before turning back around to scan the area. Nothing would take what was left of their family.

She could hear the cries of little Larkspur, and Shikoba wished to turn around and comfort her. She stood still though, peeling her scarred eyes to stand on point. She deceided to circle around once, smelling the dirt beneath her paws as she strode along. Shikoba paused, raising her head and peering around once more. 

The native took a breath and stood still.