Lost Creek Hollow making waves in pitch black sand.

Harlyn heard movement as she walked, and so she slowed. There was something unsteady about the steps she heard, but before she could ponder it too much she heard the stumble. Her head lifted as curiosity took her. What sort of predator tripped during the hunt? Her suspicion rose as she heard the steps quicken and move away, as though now Harlyn had taken the role as the hunter and it the prey. What was going on?

The answer came as the wind changed, and suddenly Harlyn was running without fear towards her fellow Hollow-wanderer. It was with mixed emotions that she came upon Shikoba who she lying upon the forest floor in obvious pain. Concern won out as she gazed at her gamma, all edge that had been building when first she realized what was going on dulled. She frowned softly, but came to stand before the woman without aggravation.

"Why are you out of the den?" she asked softly, thinking already that she knew the answer.