Hoshor Plains flashing without a sound

@Redshank

indra followed the snowclad river, somewhat unsure of where she was going -- or where she would end up. her whims would take her today -- it was good to explore, and familiarize oneself with the lay of the land. the skies had cleared into a brilliant aquamarine blue and for a moment, she forgot it was the enduring, interminable throe of winter.

ahead along the bank a swarm of bison swilled, their massive forms lumbering across the misty banks, their shapes black and distorted by the sunlight's high noon slant. indra had never seen bison -- not this close -- and she breathed in the sweet scent of grass and musk, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the temporary respite from winter's chilling breath.