Hoshor Plains and i'll spin for you like your favorite records used to

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He nods slightly, about to comment on how strong the scent has gotten — but he's interrupted before he can even start by the throaty call of a bison. He glances briefly to Ira, then turns his focus to locating the creatures without startling them. The last thing they need is a bison stampede; he's never seen it happen before and doesn't really know if they have the same disposition as deer and other large prey, but he imagines it'd be pretty bad. Better safe than sorry. Finding a good, safe vantage point proves a little trickier than finding the herd had, though.