Haunted Wood All eyes were upon the Taggerung

he takes notice of her, though the tone of his voice sounds welcoming. shikoba feels her anxiety shrink in her body as she nods to his question, stepping closer now with less fear. she tentatively places her catch in front of her feet so her lips are free to move and speak.

"pretty" she says in agreement, sulfur eyes casting themselves upwards for a moment to take a glimpse at the golden light pouring through the breaks in he foliage. "live here?" she asks, direct but in a polite manner. shikoba is still learning the ropes of small talk, though she does not quite understand why wolves just don't say what they mean when they want to.