Haunted Wood All eyes were upon the Taggerung

thankfully for this young boy, he is in unclaimed land. had he interrupted, had he ben aggressive, had he been untrustworthy -- white knives would be the first to meet him over soft words. upon his seemingly worried exclamation and question, shikoba offers him a soft smile of reassurance with a slow shake of her head.

"no, shikoba-" she lifts a paw up to press against her chest in order to indicate she is talking about herself, introducing her name, "lives north in moonglow, big spine that surrounds a lake." she speaks proudly of her home, knowing the beauty and power the spine holds over the territory. even more so, shikoba is prideful of her leader. kukutux has welcomed her with open arms and leaves the warrior woman feeling nothing but pleasantness and pride for moonglow. 

though, with a sudden realization, shikoba straightens up for a moment, before lowering her head a bit as ears fall back in the slightest. "sorry," she says softly with a sheepish expression, "not good with english. shikoba not ask for name also. what shikoba call you?" while she is still learning the subtle ways of manners, she knows that asking for names is often the first thing that strangers do when they want to converse.