Identity Disorder

The beach was somewhat home for the time being to the white wolf and her brother. But it was not the easiest place to find food, or at least not what she was used too. But as always an opportunist she searched the beach for other uses when it came to healing. Washed up seaweed was good for binding wounds for example. And so, though she was supposed to be looking for food she ended up investigating the beach for other uses than hiding food sources. Honestly she wasn't sure what she would do if she didn't have Laoch always there for her. She'd probably starve herself looking at plants and learning, forgetting to hunt if it wasn't for him. She paused mid trot to shake her head at herself. Was this why Imena looked so worried at her sometimes? Fearing her daughter might not make it far in life should she be without her brother? Arda was gone, he, or she rather, had left the family a long time ago. Shikoba did not harbor any ill feelings towards her sibling for leaving. She understood Arda was not herself, or felt she couldn't be staying with the family. Arda had to find herself in the world. Shikoba on the other hand, knew exactly where she stood in life, till her mother died. Shikoba felt right at home with her parents, learning their skills as healers. It was her calling ever since she was a pup. If she really thought about it, it probably started the day she found those mint leaves. A smile graced her lips for a moment before she continued down the beach.
Her mind wondered back to the plant life of the beach, one ears slightly turned back in deep thought. She looked down at the sand as she moved onwards, not paying any attention to what was around her. She had never needed to learn to be aware of dangers around her, at least not from her own kind. She had lived thus far a sheltered life. Naïve she was when it came to others with ill intention, but wise she was when it came to healing. Put under pressure she did not stress but calmly addressed the situation. In a way she seemed to take on life in a slow and easy pace. She was not a wolf who acted first but thought out everything before making a move.
Her small form would bring her near another who sat watching the waves, but her eyes would not notice him as she stopped to sniff a debris of plant life washed up on the shore. Her icy blue eyes, much like Erani's besides the golden flecks, narrowed in confusion at the plant. It was something she had never seen before. Surely it much have come from deep in the ocean. It was leafy and browning, probably once had been green. Her nose twitched at its scent, tail flicking. This was what her concentration and slightly frustrated posture looked like. She huffed at in before flopping her frame down on the sand with the unkown plant, kelp, infront of her.