Hoshor Plains beware of the dogs,

Chander, too, was stuck in the rain. So odd, considering just a week ago, it had been clear skies all around. Or… had that been a week ago? He wasn’t sure he could remember that far back—Ooo look! A shape in the rain! A very wolf-like shape! Ooo, didn’t they just look spooky?

Chander bounded toward the shape, caking mud to his legs (of course, they always looked muddy). “Hey there!” he called. “Enjoying the free bath, are ya?” Such a pretty thing, this white wolf. He hoped she would be friendly.