Hoshor Plains cool for the summer

Zaria was still looking for he poison stash maybe they removed it or relocated it. Zaria wasn't very keen on looking for new rhubarb leaves, since these ones she had especially collected and rolled in a thick bed of the dried golden grass. The slender little girl moved through the high grasses, she didn't use the paths the other wolves used but went her own way straight through the grass. She trotted forward with a hum in her step, she felt freed. No more leash to hold her back, no more father to tell her she couldn't do.

The small girl trotted forward she stopped when she heard something moving, something chewing. She slowly creeped closer through the high grass. She spotted a coyote pup before her, she almost missed it with the coloring camouflaging the pup. The girl grinned thinking of her previous culture and how this little thing would become a slave to the wolves. Maybe she would just enslave one to be her poison assistant. Hmm... She got closer. She wished she could sit snag the pup and train it to be her servant, but probably the mother was close by. The scent on the pup was familiar somehow.