Ouroboros Spine Broadcast depth.

the call rings in her ear.

with haste, shikoba searches in the direction of the sound, searching for whoever it may be. her shoulder continues to heal, a fresh scar that may list for a bit until it fades to black, along with the many that mark her face and body.

there, in the grove. another woman waits for her. shikoba trots closer until the large redhawk comes into her view. thankfully, she approaches head-on, avoiding any chances of possibly scaring the deaf woman; though, shikoba lacks knowledge of this trait. 

a grumbling chuff, along with a head tilt. what did she want to discuss?