Heron Lake Plateau your ass is grass and im gonna mow it

Thinking she had found something really interesting (or maybe valuable), Ikkuma had ducked along a swath of exposed stone and begun to uproot some of the grass that had rooted itself around it, springing to life like weeds in the cracks of cement. Most of the rock was brittle and gave way beneath her claws, and soon enough she was creating a small gouge in the dirt. The grass she was after wasn't actually valuable in any way, but it resembled one of the herbs as far as Ikkuma could tell. As she dug, she realized she wasn't alone — and looked up right as the stranger came upon her.

Their markings were quite striking, and for a split second Ikkuma wondered if everyone in this pack was unique; first there was Ceara with her coat of reds, and Niamh with her golds, Caiaphas with her black face. Whoever this was, they held some interest at least cosmetically for Ikkuma. She noticed the authoritative posture they carried next, and stopped her digging. Ikkuma, she answered simply, and after a pause and some absent blinking, she added: Did you need something?