Hoshor Plains Butting Heads

@Meadow

She followed the Whitefish River down the Kintla Flatlands with open eyes and a steady hint of excitement. This new region had varying landscapes everywhere Paeon went. She felt almost obligated to see a little bit of everything before retracing her steps and finding the right challenge for herself.

Watching as the tall grass of the plains swaying in the wind her ears flicked as she heard the sound of a crash. Curious she trotted away from the river and over a nearby hill. Down below in the distance, she saw a small herd of bison. Two were sparring with one another and crashing their skulls.

Only on her own, Paeon dare not attempt to make one of them her meal. Bison were the kind of beasts handled by packs not one or two wolves. Far enough way that they would not be a threat to her, and they would not see her as a threat, she laid down in the grass and watched their sparring. A bit of beautiful entertainment.