Hoshor Plains god is a city overflowing with fists

she seems weirdly put off by talking to him, but she hasn't exactly shooed him away. maybe it's just the communication barrier, or something else unrelated to him. either way he takes a step back, ready to leave her alone until she answers his question. south of the mountain... he runs through his mental roster and hazards a guess: "redhawk caldera?"

not-so-secretly he hopes he's wrong: his expression twists slightly in pre-emptive disdain. there are other packs in the area, surely, but ugh it would be his luck to run into someone from the caldera when he's already feeling down.