Haunted Wood All eyes were upon the Taggerung

shikoba finds herself away from the spine, in search of new landmarks to recognize and learn. while she is no wayfarer or adventurer, she understands the importance of knowing one's land, even beyond the grip that moonglow has on the spine and in the great bear wilderness. hopefully, the escape routes she plans out will never have to be used.

in her bloody maw is a white fish, rainbow trout to be exact, who has given up the fight and no longer squirms in her grasp. the iridescent scales shimmer in the golden glow of sun that drips beneath the canopy above her head. she had made a minor stop at the lake before coming to these woods, hoping that dinner would be an easy catch. considering the good size of her bounty, she would eat well tonight.

however, something stops shikoba in her tracks as she takes note to the man before her. a lighter male, taller than her, yet not as built as the warrior woman. she is unsure whether she should greet him, or slowly slink away to avoid sharing her well-earned catch and a possible fight while she is far from home. conflict writes itself over her face as she is stuck trying to decide what to do, not even noticing that her recent steps were loud enough to alert anyone of her presence.