Hoshor Plains Memories of the land

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Quiet nosed the bones, sneezing as ash and charcoal seeped into her nostrils, the sound unapologetically adorable from the small creature. Backing away from the crumbling structure, the hybrid rubbed her nose gently, snorting out more of the black-toned dust as she did. A voice from the opposite side of the bones distracted her briefly from her task - a wolf, arrayed in a motley of blacks, grays, and whites, with dual-toned eyes like her own, stood there, observing the bones almost philosophically. Quiet, her paw still raised near her muzzle (which was now blackened with soot), chirruped back in greeting, placing her paw back on the ground.