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

This sandy colored male stared at her as if he had nothing between his ears. She was unsure how to take it. Though, she supposed, she probably stared like that. Especially when ruminating on deeper things. He held only one eye, she wondered at it, what had happened to him. Had it been a fight? Was he born that way? 

There were many choices throughout the lives everyone led. Though the question always became which one. This wolf clearly wasn't sure what they wanted. Were they to choose one or the other, simply stared. 

Ash Paw watched him go a strange expression on his face. You have not made a choice. It will come back to you and  you must do so tenfold. Remember that sandy one.

She would not bother him today. Did he wish to stop her, very well. She would stop. Speak to him of his choices. But perhaps he was a lost soul who had no choice. No direction. There were some that way, and she felt sorry for him were he one of those kind.

She would continue this way for a time, as she had been going this way, but she would stay away from the corpse walker.