Hoshor Plains sandstone

As her curiosity waned, Vaermina moved to carry on skirting the bison herd. She focused primarily on the group, listening to their scrapings in the snow and watching as several rose their eyes to regard her. They knew she was no threat to them on her own, though they were alert for any sign that she might have brought company.

A squeal from the other creature had Vaermina such in a deep breath, surprised, and as she shifted to look over a dark shoulder she saw it thundering toward her. The dreamweaver hissed her offence and, keen to avoid assault by hooves that could surely kill her, moved to vanish from the plains as quickly as her limbs would carry her.