Hoshor Plains and do you have a card?

The fresh mountain air had done her a world of good. From that gorgeous meadow, she had picked her way through the range, skirting lakefront and snaking through a canyon before coming out the other side, into these vast plains. She stared in wonderment at the expanse before her, and took off into a run, long limbs carrying her swiftly as she whooped in delight.

It had been a long time since Miyako had ran to simply run, for the sheer joy of it. For so long, she felt as if she had been running from something; now she felt as if she was running forward. In the shadow of the mountains, the young wolf jumped and played, chasing rabbits from their holes, tongue lolling in abandon.

She slowed her pace when, as she came over a ridge, she spotted another. She saw his eyes first--a blue brighter than any sky or ocean she had seen in her life. His pelt a blend of greys. With a soft bark to let him know she was there, Miyako came down the hill toward the stranger, coming to a trot and then a walk, finally standing still.

"Hey," she greeted, her voice still a bit giddy and breathless from her run. "I, uh, I haven't seen a wolf for days. It's nice to see another face."