Hoshor Plains and now, i crave it all

@Ithrik

there -- unmistakable between the swirl of dark bay shoulders and broad indolent faces, stood the white bison. he looked like a smattering of snow milled between earth. there was something innately powerful about him, something majestic in the way his thick fur coiled in a ruff around him like some regal cowl. indra stopped in her tracks in disbelief. his head was low to the river and as she watched he turned to face her, his black eyes dark voids of focused intensity. she stepped back and the milling swath of the herd swallowed him - leaving her in silent disorientation.

it was not the first time the girl had seen something so strange, but still she had no word for it.

the herd, undisturbed by the presence of one sickly straggler, started to lope up-river.