Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

He stands there, basking in the sickly blue light of the moon and stars. The wind breezes past him, howling in his ears a soothing, beckoning sound. Wait — no, that isn’t the wind. It’s an actual howl. The noise is released from deep within another’s throat and Donovan finds himself peeking his ears up at the sound. His completely relaxed body gathers the usual amount of tension it holds when he’s on edge or curious. Giving an experimental sniff, he cannot find a hint of anything abnormal signaling a stranger anywhere. Maybe he’s really just that sick in the head and he’s hearing shit.

Still he knows the general direction he resides from, deciding to obediently follow the unsaid orders the noise gives to go investigate. He speeds himself up into a brisk walk. Eventually coming upon a flat rock and the distinct shape of another animal lies across it. For a moment, he holds his breath. Is it a cougar or mountain lion? He steps further. No, it’s not. He continues on confidently only to find a wolf of gold just as the stars. Odd black marking litter her body as well as much smoother white on her underbelly and chest.

He smiles and pads forward lazily and jerks his chin up in acknowledgment. “Evening.” He hums. A pleasant smile littering his handsome face.