The Heartwood Everything, everything, everything.

did shikoba scare her? albeit the woman is not the most attractive of the wolves in these wilds, but she isn't downright hideous to cause such hesitation from another. though, shikoba feels a phantom shiver run across her face, each claw mark engraved into her body wavers with unease. ah, that's right. she forgets about her markings.

the greeting seems hesitant, but nonetheless the girl still does give the native a chance. a small smile etches itself onto her lips. "hi" she responds back, taking a step or two closer. her greetings sound normal to the very least. "what girl doing out here?" choppy, yet she gets the point across. perhaps the girl is nothing more than a wisp being blown across the wilds in search for something special. maybe she is on a journey somewhere. a tilt of the head, a small wag of the plume; she is doing her best to be friendly and not scare off the possible friend.