Hoshor Plains mayday, mayday

Reyson was not one that usually moved about away from home. But there was a distinct urge to move and thus he did. Promise to return to meadow he headed towards the flatlands. A plump rabbit had jumped out and he had caught it swiftly. Not really hunting, but the forethought to bring something back.

Though a scent familiar and different teased his nose ans he lifted his head in surprise and wariness, watching, waiting for whomever it was to make themselves known. A bloody rabbit at his paws.