Hoshor Plains Lost in the plains

She had asked the golden question, and now it was time to reel 'er in. "A home? Oh yes! Would you happen to know anywhere I could board?" he asked, voice light and full of enthusiasm. Maybe she did know of a nice little cave, or an abandoned burrow he could use as a safe space. As long as she didn't ask too many questions, he'd be golden. A ginger smile found his maw, eyes looked at the ground, he hated to deceive her, but he needed a home, he was getting thinner by the day, and needed some nurishment to return him to his former bulk.