Hoshor Plains gold body omen

Zaria made her way through the high golden grass she used to know so well, this wasn't her home anymore. She even changed her name because her Dorthran name didn't matter. Everyone who talked her tongue was gone now. She was the only one left, even though she had been kicked out and had despised some of the culture, it was still the only reminded of her past family. Oh, how she had hated traveling to here, and for what?! Her father had decided to leave again, indecisive idiot. Still, if Zaria liked to admit it or not, she had some unresolved issues.

She wanted to know why they left. The bison were still there, what could be the reason of the Khalas disbanding. Zaria could only think of one thing; The Khal, her father, being killed. So with that on her mind the slender and young female was searching for her father's body. Maybe she could find hints of a fight, plus, with the pack being gone she could also get her collecting of poisonous herbs she had to leave behind. But that plan of hers was quickly interrupted when she found a stranger between the golden plains. A dark female.

The slender female didn't smell like a Dorthran wolf anymore, she smelled of Alphas Fitz and his mountain, but she looked the part. Her green eyes fell on the female and let out a chuff that she acknowledged the other.