Hoshor Plains keep knocking, nobody's home

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He wasn't sure what he would find here. Traces of a pack maybe? Remnants of the herd these wolves had seemed determined to protect. Nose to the ground, he realized that all the scents were stale and fading. Nothing was as strong as it had been that time when he and Tonravik had delivered Kivi back to these borders. Perhaps the rumors were true after all.

Feeling bolder, he crossed what were once the territory boundaries to do a little exploring of his own. The tall grasses swayed in the wind. The golden sea and swells of hills were barren and free of life save from those buffalo who still roamed and grazed even as these cooler seasons set in. He was watching the heard from a distance when the sounds of grass underfoot crunched nearby. Turning his nose into the wind, he caught a scent of a shadow from his past.

"Zhavvi," he greeted, his expression somewhat neutral. They'd had good meetings in the wilds and a bad encounter when she'd crossed onto his lands without permission. He wasn't sure where they stood currently, so he remained somewhat guarded until he could better assess the situation. Technically, if she was still a part of the pack who lived here, now he was trespassing. Curious how their positions had switched. "I didn't realize the Plains Wolves still lived here."