Hoshor Plains On cloud 9

issun felt better than he had ever been in a long time now that his sister was at his side. he grew more confident in his plans now.

the group traveled through some familiar golden plains. he’d passed through here time and time again and felt secure in its grassy cover. it was a silent place, exluding the soft hum of bugs and the bison herd. but today was different.

issun’s ears pricked when he heard laughter. curious, he followed the noise to a squirming ball of dark fur. she looked familiar. the warrior wagged his tail once he realized who she was. “minori!”