Hoshor Plains keep knocking, nobody's home

The mostly flat, yet subtle slopes of these plains were significantly more easy to navigate than Sawtooth Spire. The rugged, I-want-to-eat-you rocks were something of a pain truthfully, but a welcome thing when it came to the added security of protecting their mountain home. It was a love-hate relationship. A necessary evil. This land was rolling and so easy to cross. Running through these plains was something akin to floating on air in comparison to his home.

Zhavvi, no, Zaria pulled ahead. The same had happened between the two of them last time. He might have been stronger now, but she was still svelte and had the added conditioning of her new mountain home too. It seemed they were much on the same level now as they had been before. He pressed harder, letting the burn in his lungs fill with labored air of his gaping mouth as she pressed forward with long, powerful strides. He closed the distance, enough so to nip at the edges of her tail