Hoshor Plains Held his heart in his hand, and ate of it.

Mountains she knew. Forest, ranges, woods. The deep darkness that glittered from all sides. The millions of eyes that would look out of their bedtime rest holes, to stare at you. Boring into your very soul. But that wasn't like that here. Here it was different, and scary all at once. One paw step, after one paw step, she forced herself further from her siblings, her father. Her grandmother strong in gods favor, who had won against demons and beat the life she had lived. No here she would make her own life. So she hoped.

Ash did not like this hotness that came from the ground, the sky all around. It burned and it dug deep into her pelt, where black met tawny and further. It dipped and curled and shrouded her in light. She hated it. She pushed onward though. If this was where she would so be it, as gods foretold and saw it so.

Upon the not so distant horizon, she saw a wolf there, or perhaps it was a trick of the light. She could not be certain as it were. So with gentle steps she approached, closer, closer. Both hoping an dreading it was another.