Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

She had waited, curious to see if the man would return. Though had he taken much longer, she would have taken her leave. Hokulani was never a patient woman.

Sat on the ground she had occupied herself grooming her fur, meticulously removing the remainders of the mud from her confrontation with Hunst. Her appearance was a reflection of her character; she would not allow it to be tainted. It was no simple task, the filth having sunk into her fur and settled on her sensitive skin. Perfectly clean on the outside, yet underneath a soft unassuming layer of beauty she was mud-baked and foul.

Her head lifted as she heard pawsteps, her tail waving as she spotted Winter's Wake returning to her with a meal.