Hoshor Plains blood will spill into the gutters and it will stain the morning sun

His rumble draws a soft reply from the woman's lips, though despite their proximity she chooses to leave him otherwise unacknowledged.   In that moment she no longer reminded him of his dear sister (though his stoic demeanor would betray neither his sentimentality or the loss of it) and his intrigue in the pale woman waned. He blinks once and then his dark eye flickers back to the sow.

Still, There is a storm upon the horizon.  Soon, it would not be wise for a wolf alone to be out in the open, even shielded beneath the grasses.