Hoshor Plains without a doubt

HP wolves, plz!

No longer did she wonder if she was carrying slaves for her Khal. She did not know if he would wish to keep them, but the symptoms were there. Tomahawk had grown tired over the past weeks, finding her daily tasks more difficult. She grew lethargic, though she managed to keep enough energy to please her masters as she was asked. Some were kind, others were not, but it did not matter to the coyote. As long as they were pleased, so was she.

She had awoken to find herself dizzy and craving (of all the things in the world) dirt. Fairly certain that eating dirt would not do well for her gift to the Khal, she headed to the shallow depression in the land where water sometimes pooled. There, she drank, taking in the water (which was coincidentally rather muddy) with quick, nervous laps.