Hoshor Plains wild heart

YAY!

Of all the territories they had come across so far, this one was Redshank's least favourite. The plains of nothing but swaying grasslands seemed to go on for miles — it was so boring. The rain didn't help his bitter mood, either. The mountains to the east were looking more and more appealing by the day and, thankfully, Rannoch had also let them know they weren't settling here, at least.

Today, the monsoon-like spell seemed to finally give them a moment to dry off and Redshank took his chance. However, it seemed that Rannoch had different plans for him. The boy scowled as the call went up and he half thought about simply ignoring it. He thought back to his lesson, though and, with an almighty groan, he rolled his head and trudged off in the direction the howl had come from.