Hoshor Plains two suns in the sunset

The cringe is subtle when the wolf says her name. It doesn’t sound right in someone’s voice either. It never does. Hiisi swallows, shifting on her paws as she lowers to her haunches, and the critical eye of her newest companion doesn’t settle well on her. It doesn’t care. Information. Acid flicks the back of her throat and she slides her tongue across her muzzle. 

Hiisi shrugs her answer. She quickly stands again, whines, and she isn’t quite sure what she’s supposed to do with her legs. Shaking her head rattles her thoughts a little bit more before she vocalizes another whine and exposes her throat in apology. As much as it pains her to move again, she takes a step away to take her departure.