Lost Creek Hollow making waves in pitch black sand.

Shikoba could feel her cheeks grow heat with embarassment as Harlyn approached. Her frown was soft, along with her voice as she questioned the gamma. The native wolf looked down in shame, feeling it was not right for her to look at Harlyn in any way. She disrespected the rules set by the alpha, and probably was going to face consequences.

Her voice was quiet, almost dead silent when she decided to answer the question that felt to be the bane of her existence. "Shikoba-" she started off, looking towards Harlyn's paws. "Want to find Ishi." The native could feel the consequences weigh down her body, finally letting off a whine of submission and sadness. "Sorry" she whispered, setting her head on the ground, weakly lifting her paws to cover her head, as if she was afraid Harlyn was going to attack or at least hit her.