Hoshor Plains Forget, I'll do it sometime

It had been a while since the freckled boy had been in these plains. He was so close to his old home that he felt a little guilty not visiting, but that had not been why he came here. In fact, it hadn't really been his choice; he had followed Kora here, curious to see what she was up to this time. Typically, she led him to sources of food, but since he hadn't been hunting and they had just eaten recently, he didn't think that was the case tonight. 

The raven soared high above the long grass, her blue black feathers standing out against the orange and pink of the sunset. He followed her to the base of a tree, where she perched on the highest branch and cawed at him before settling down. He furrowed his brow at her, confused as to why she stopped here and wondering if she had actually been trying to lead him anywhere. Shaking his head, Acheron turned from the tree and looked around. He trotted through the field, inspecting the area for anything interesting. A chilly breeze drifted through the grass and when he lifted his muzzle to draw in the scents of the valley, his nose was filled with the fresh scent of a stranger. They were close by, and he decided to check it out. 

The trail led him farther into the plains until he saw the stranger, just barely though. He was hardly taller than the grass, but Acheron could see the white of his fur against the green and brown of the field. He approached slowly, stopping a respectful distance away and releasing a soft chuff. Hey, he said after, trying to read the other wolf's expression to attempt to gauge his level of interest in company from a stranger.