Ouroboros Spine cryptic bones and ancient feathers

she is not thrilled to hear that there is a new language that she must be accustomed to while she finds her footing here at moonglow. however, shikoba is a resilient and trying, there is yet to be a challenge presented to her that she denies. she then tries the foreign words on her pink tongue.

"ooh-lak, ah, uh-lok--" a shake of the head, they don't sound like kukutux's voice, "u-uhluq, uhlaq... ulaq? ulaq." there, now it is form within her. she flicks her gaze over to the other woman, a hint of hope within her eyes that she is correct with her pronunciation.

when the duck expresses concern over the presence of something dark, shikoba glances her sulfur eyes over the marks left over. a step is taken closer to analyze further. she hums to herself as she looks, then steps back after deeming that she has seen enough.

"is girl still here?" she asks, concern laces her voice. "shikoba chase out or bring head back if wanted." a little violent, but a fierce promise. she is a warrior, and she has brought back the heads of others before to please her father. hopefully, kukutux is more merciful than the chief.