Hoshor Plains keep knocking, nobody's home

*Rubs hands together*

Zaria often visited the Hoshor grounds not because she was sentimental but she was still looking for her poison stash. Her mind in the meanwhile also liked to search for clues. She hadn't found the blood of her father to prove that her theory about him was correct. She believed he was overthrown possibly killed. She would actually be happy if she found any proof of that. If she didn't than it meant that he father could come back to haunt her. Would he truly? Possibly. One day his worry would snap and he would want to check on her. She was certain, unless of course, if he was dead. A smirk came on her lips, it was soon dropped. Focus. That was all she needed.

Her brown coloring matched with the golden grass of the plains. The herd of Bison had scattered without the pack keeping them together and herding them. She actually liked this life better, an actual ground to protect instead of a herd. Her tail was up and her nose low to the ground. Last time she ran into Tomahawk's cubs. So curious. Alas, not her worry. She had other things to focus on. She was somewhat together with Fitz now, not official yet, but she had the feeling it would be in the end. Her green eyes scanned before her, suddenly seeing the familiar reddish fur. Kerosene? Wow. That had been a long time ago. He learned her her first words. She sneaked forward though the grass, slowly approaching him.

She moved around so she would appear before him. Her slender body easily navigating through the high grass. She spotted him once more and then smirked as she approached him. "Hello Kerosene," she greeted. Her first foreign friend, one she got along with. She stood there with a bit attitude, because without it she wouldn't be Zaria. Then she remembered... He still knew her as Zhavvi.