Hoshor Plains keep knocking, nobody's home

Her pace leveled out a bit. This gave him the opportunity to press a little harder and lengthen his strides so he might close a bit more distance between them. His tongue rolled, panting away the efforts of his physical strain as he became one with the wind and raced across these golden plains. In this, he could see the value of such terrain. As an escape. As a place to corral and gather the herds. He still did not understand how a pack could live in these parts. Then again... they hadn't lived here for very long now had they?

His lungs heaved. He wasn't sure how she found the breath to make a suggestion, but her words turned his eyes to the rise of the hill. Damn it. An incline. The rise slowed him as he loped forward, near leaping up the hill. She was still ahead of him however, and when they were nearly at the top his competitive nature got the best of him. A touch of speed and he lunged for her almost playfully as he tried to wrestle her down so he might slow her progress and reach the top before she did.