Heron Lake Plateau Rock and a hard place.

She wasnt so bad off that the world was spinning or whatever but it was way too hot now, and the meaty gouge on her shoulder stung like it was full of fire ants. That means it hurt. She probably smelled pretty funky too. Meh.

Half expecting to see Ceara, it was kind of frustrating to be confronted by some rando with a bad attitude. On one hand Ikkuma was reminded of her own mother (Saghani was almost a doppleganger of this black furred lady) but that didnt really help. Last time she had seen her mum had been during one of the hardest times of her life.

Cut to the present.

"Hi," she murmured awkwardly, swaying on the spot, and absently remembered why she had called. "Okay so, I know I am nobody to you - but two of your ladies got in a fight with a big ass cat, right? I helped them out. I guess I thought Id be ok but..." she glanced down at her ragged shoulder as if that was all that was necessary to indicate she needed aid.