Hoshor Plains god is a city overflowing with fists

oh. well. good. he nods, pretending to follow her vague directions for a moment before sighing. he has no idea what south of the mountain means. out loud he says, "i've never been there," hoping that will explain his confusion/ignorance. when delight was younger he wanted to roam, and that wanderlust is still there, latent, in the way his treacherous paws carry him from the borders in times of stress.

but he can't quite commit to it yet. "so why track the bison?" delight asks, changing the subject (sorta), his gaze flicking back to the slow moving beasts. he knows she isn't going to answer him properly, but he fills the silence with questions anyway. "are you gonna like, herd 'em back that way? or bring someone else from your pack over to get 'em? there's a couple other claims around here, they may not like that."