Hoshor Plains Perfect Scene of Suspense

Word from the party of scouts was still pending and Ira couldn't help but pace the borders waiting for their chance to abandon these plains. It had sheltered them long enough, but it would never provide as a proper home. Perhaps it was her desire for the answer she hoped for that kept her so distracted, her paws moving on auto pilot as she followed the invisible path that lined their claim. The Count never even saw the crowd moving.

Perhaps someone else should have taken up the early morning patrol. A white streak darted in the corner of her eye, too large to be a rabbit and the usually attentive woman was slow to respond. Ira turned her gaze to her previous squire as the girl collided with her body. Some noise mixed between a yelp and a growl forced its way from the roan woman's throat as she instantly stepped back, ready to flash her fangs at the intruder only to stop as she finally registered just who had ran across the plains to her.

It was Reiko. She stood frozen, too shocked as she processed the girl's presence before she quickly realized she wasn't alone. Golden eyes locked on to Tobias who was quickly making his way over with an apologetic grin. Both had disappeared and she had believed it would be the last. The remaining faces were unfamiliar save for two that had also been old faces. The Count had never been great with words, but her expression was clear. What the hell was going on? You should be more wary traveling across claimed lands. State your purpose. 

Perhaps she should have been more welcoming but the crowd of wolves was more than enough to make her uncomfortable even if some had been considered friends. They were no longer in their ranks, they had left. And now she was alone to defend what little they had left. Yet she still could not find it in her to judge harshly. Whatever reasoning brought them back was still short of a miracle to the Count.