Lost Creek Hollow making waves in pitch black sand.

Harlyn's words stung Shikoba like poison, and she could only look away in defeat. The alpha was right in the sense that Shikoba couldn't just go and venture out after she had just been attacked and mauled. It was a suicide mission, and she would die even if she did make the distance. 

She didn't fully understand Harlyn's words, but knew she would be forced to obey her. Slowly, she nodded her head and tried to stand. Her paws came close from releasing her from the air, but were at least able to catch her. Bones popped into place while muscles felt as if they were tearing. The native wolf hobbled close to Harlyn and nudged her head softly against her shoulder. "Sorry" she whispered, soon pulling herself away to go and try to limp to her den.