Lost Creek Hollow making waves in pitch black sand.

Please excuse my poor memory :( Today appears to be catch up day with all my threads

She couldn't see too well, but could sense movement. Harlyn was moving, and Shikoba had to stay still. She was moving, most likely in fear of seeing shikoba as another predator out to kill. Seeing her chance, the native quickly made her way around and kept going wide to avoid Harlyn.

However, she failed. Shikoba wasn't watching where each of her paws were going, for her paws snapped a loud twig. She would probably be noticed, and fear pushed her to flee. She followed her instinct, trying to go as fast as she could. The pain was nearly killing her, and she wasn't able to run far. Her paw snagged onto a protruding root. Shikoba stumbled, falling to the ground with a loud 'thud'.

The stinging in her shoulder was like a thousand wasps were stinging in the same spot over and over again. She felt weak, but had to keep going. For Ishi. Her body wouldn't cooperate, for standing was an impossible task. She tried to heave herself up several times, but each time the fall was worse and worse.

She gave up, settling onto the ground with her paw still snagged. She gulped dryly, feeling that Harlyn wasn't going to be too happy with finding Shikoba out of her den when told not to leave. Consequences would be brutal.