Hoshor Plains One Day Life Will Be Kind

This could be my last post if you wanna wrap up!

The constable did a once over glance at the painted man as he winked suggesting the solution to their problems was...a clown. He truly was a clown if he believed it was that simple, but...perhaps there would be some good to it. Ira rolled her head back to look into the plains, the forms of other Kaistleoki members dotting the landscape. They had taken a large toll, their leaders excluded. Halved in numbers with pups to feed and forced from the comfort of their lands they had prepared so for winter. You can help them? Perhaps she would have laughed if they had met under different circumstances...but now even she could not help. Prove to me you aren't just another mouth to feed.