Hoshor Plains i got a princess face, killer body, samurai mind

The golden grass flowed in the wind like waves on the sea and was feed by the Greatwater Lake. Andr was strolling around, taking his time, as he observed the various indicator of bison activity.

Flattened trails of movement. Trimmed leftovers of lunch. Barren potholes for wallowing. It was clear this area was a highway for bison. He had no intention of taking on one on his own, but it was good to take note of their patterns and behaviors in this new region.

The signs lead up to a tree. Its bark was disturbed. Likely used as a scraping post one time or another. As he got close he could see but of bison fur caught in the bark which he sniffed. Unaware of the sleeping vipor on the other side of the tree.