Hoshor Plains grow straight like a sapling

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The storming steps of Nechako could be heard throughout the plains now, as he careened across the snow-covered landscape; his mane was wild behind him, his tail whipping with the wind. He had found this place on his own, this glorious and empty place; his daughters would grow up strong here, his sons would be the fastest and the strongest in all the world. Leaving the herd with Skoonka in charge had been a gamble, but it had paid off. This would be the new grazing ground for his harem. It would become the stuff of legend — and his name would be passed down through the ages. 

But first, he had to return to them. His wives, his children. His potential usurper.

As the stallion eased up on his speed, he came to a clattering halt among the frozen grasses and began to examine his surroundings. It was dangerous to be alone. Nechako trusted himself, but he had already explored much of these plains, and he knew that wolves were frequent visitors. If he stayed away for too long he suspected that the herd would fall, his children would be driven out (at least Tseax, being a rival colt) and he would have no herd to return to.

Just as he was beginning to feel doubt overwhelm his enormous ego and subdue his burning pride, he saw the silhouette of his beloved @Atna across the way. The stallion loosed a snort, and as he shot towards her across the flatlands, he shook his mane triumphantly.
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