Hoshor Plains SCP-096

The sun stood high, lighting the flat stretch of earth. Not even the sea of blue was interrupted – no clouds hovered overhead. It was a warm and stunning autumn afternoon. The breath of wind that passed through the grass promised that the coming months would carry the change of winter. Not long before snow would fall and blanket the lush green.
 
Trotting steadily, the smoke cloud figure glanced toward the hollow to the west of him and noted the thriving scenery. Those lands had received substantial rain. That would mean plentiful prey and fat lazy wolves. Dark leathery lips spread and Gittarackur’s tongue slipped free to hang from the side of his mouth. He pulled to a stop in the center of the plain, lantern gaze sweeping the distant territories in hopes of setting his sights on a persuasive path.