Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

The she-wolf's form is flat, relaxed against the smooth granite surface. The rockface was a cool release from the heat of the day, which blazed down on her much like her homeland. Her fur was shorter then most, yet it remained soft. She came from a scorched land of heatwaves and sandy dunes. The heat of this land was cold by comparison. Her attention is drawn back to him, his voice is pleasurable to the ears. He too holds power, she can see that in the rippling muscle beneath those caramel-and-black stripes. His eyes remind her of the sweet honey her mother had once given her. They were not sweet eyes, though. She would not make the mistake of thinking so.

"I came from a fenced place across the sea, fed and kept by No-Fur's. One day, almost a moon ago now, the No-Fur's took me from our den in the fenced place." Her pretty face contorted, her eyes full of confusion and hurt. "They put me in a box, on a bigger floating box. I was sick many times, and when I awoke I was here, on the coastline." Auriel's pale-golden muzzle rested on her paws, looking out again at the plains. "And you? You have said you have not been here long. Where did you hail from?"