Hushed Willows Will I ever find peace?

ooc: Packmates welcome :D

After the run in with a peaceful moose, Shikoba decided to go and seek other members out. She had seen them before and learned their names, but had a hard time at memorizing each one. Feeling the dirt squeeze beneath her paw pads, the native trecked along a small path in hope of finding someone else.

Her muscles didn't ache as much as they did before, for they were starting to heal now. Harlyn's healing work was almost magic to Shikoba, though the scars would always stay there and remind her of her fear. In her mind, the native wished the silvery cat would drop dead. It was the reason her family was broken and torn and hurt. It was the reason they were somewhere else, somewhere forign.

She pushed on.