Hoshor Plains Keep the Spirit Strong

I’m so sorry I missed this tag!

He panted heavily, rushing to respond to Ira’s lingering howl. He had wandered from the territories edge, following a small herd of deer near the Great Lake who had split from the main group. “Ira.” He called as he jogged up, “I’m sorry I’m late.” His head dipped in submission, his sides expanding rapidly.

His eyes roamed the others gathered, curious. He dipped his head at Evergreen as well, still deeply indebted for originally accepting Speedy into the ranks. “Are we going somewhere?” Ira had mentioned sending out a scouting party to seek out returning to the River, and Emrik had a sneaking suspicion that this was what they were all meeting about. “Connor, Inna.” He smiled glancing between everyone.