Hoshor Plains Is it real?

In the inky, coiling shadows of the Woods, it was hard to sneak up on the witch, for she knew every tree root and bush there. But it had been a long time since she had traveled, longer since that she made her way into the Hoshor Plains. With her mind racing and distracted, it was inevitable that she lurch in surprise, her single eye widened as she focused on the figure before her that spoke the foreign tinged words. Yes, She ventured reluctantly, despair pushing her to speak intimately with this stranger. I am missing my daughter. Her name is Koume.