Hoshor Plains grow straight like a sapling

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The wind began to bite at his skin. He felt it keenly, for his sweat was swiftly cooling across his flesh. It was a good thing he had wives to keep him warm, then. Her nip across his thick neck was a sign of her irritation with him, but Nechako knew she was not entirely serious. This wife of his was hard to please sometimes, she was far more rational than himself. They made a good team together — one of the reasons he had chosen her to lead beside him. Yes, it was foolish of him to waste the energy. More foolish to get himself so riled up and hot, for the winter winds would make short work of him; he could easily catch a cold, at the very least weakening his body and inviting Skoonka's attack.

Her question came next — sounding both skeptical and rhetorical to his ears, which pivoted eagerly towards her voice.

Yes, his voice reverberated in a puff of warm air, and as it drifted like a cloud, it faded in to her fine mane. Wife, do you doubt me? Although his voice was deep it was affected by a slight surprise, for he never would have thought Atna to be the nervous one. It might have taken him time to convince Kuzkwa, but not Atna. This too worried him. Am I not the strongest, the fastest? We ran together, and one day Tseax will run with us — beyond us, hopefully. Nechako nosed at her plump sides with great care, as if to whisper sweet nothings to the plainsrunners of the future. Or perhaps this one.
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