Hoshor Plains i'mun

i wasn't sure how many others she's traveling with, so i kept that part vague

The tracker, prowler, shadestalker Leshen made his way across the open plains at a fast clip. He was eager to find shelter from the unforgiving windchill that had picked up in the last hour or so. A blizzard seemed promised to these pastures of snowdrift and dead grass.

He noticed a low thundering ahead, but it was not like the sound of an oncoming storm. He made way for higher ground upon a rare hill on the flatland and mounted his perch to watch the gigantic creatures that surged into the bitter winds. They were fascinating – entrancing, even – but his eye was drawn to a wolfish figure between him and the distant herd.

He only saw the one at first, bringing him to descend the hill with a mind to investigate. Take advantage, if possible. He traveled perpendicular to their position; his cautious approach easy to notice from the corner of his target’s eye.