Hoshor Plains two suns in the sunset

Sen had been traveling quite a bit as of late, it reminded her of old times. Back when she was a yearling, pushing herself to travel great lengths in short spans of time—it'd been a dangerous lifestyle, but she'd survived it. Through exhaustion and fatigue, she'd shoved past and continued onward. Presently, she was doing something similar, but with breaks in between. As far as she was concerned, she'd be useless if sickly and on the verge of passing out. Such was something she could not afford, either, feeling the need to live up a certain standard. As the first recruit, it was her job to not only set an example, but to also ensure that other recruits weren't frightened off by the assumption that they'd be overworked.

The serpent's current journey had taken her to the open plains, a place where bison seemed plentiful. She knew better than to try hunting one on her own, as doing so would be a fool's mission. Hunting a stag by one's self was dangerous enough, and then bison were so much greater in size. It was something she wouldn't even attempt, valuing her life far too much. Thus, her time there was done, and she'd been ready to carry on with her mission until she spotted another wolf off in the distance. Curious, she set her course towards the stranger instead, getting a better glance at her condition with every step taken. She didn't appear to be in the best of shape, but could do well enough if she didn't die first.

"Hey!" the woman called out, trying to gain the other's attention before the distance between them had been reduced to several meters. Judging by the fact that the other was alone, she felt it would be best to announce herself rather than just popping up out of nowhere—who knew how the unknown wolf might react to that.