Hoshor Plains crimson blood

Even though he insisted that she was, Tomahawk could not shake the feeling that he was wrong. She knew better than to argue, though, so she said nothing. He spoke again, referring to her as "Hawk," a moniker she had known many times before. Tomahawk did not understand how cutting out two syllables of her name would "save time," but again, she did not question. "You may call me whatever you please," she clarified. The coyote would answer to any name that was given her, whether or not she thought it was the best fit for her. If he wished to call her "shit head," she would have taken the name with grace.