Hoshor Plains razer blade eyes

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The young male had not long left the side of his odd acquaintance before he resumed his trek west. A descent of the terrain quickly wore down a diminishing resolve of continuation for the day. A familiar growl wrestling within their stomach forced Wicken to retire lest they give away a chance to nurse the hunger. The spot he chose to rest was the impression of a bison's wallow. The earth was a stark contrast of cool compared to the radiating heat that lingered above the golden grass, and Wicken was appreciative of the cover it provided in an environment that his coat failed him. 

The gentleman lay there in respite for a long while before departing quickly as the hooved beasts returned to claim their rightful rolling grounds. They were left in the heat then, a dark wolf on a golden background that provided very few opportunities to settle a growling stomach. Amber eyes were squinted against the dusty gusts as they took in their surroundings one last time. He observed the small creature then. A beautiful mix of coloration against the contrast of the plains. 

Wicken was unsure of the interaction with the strangers back being the only view he could observe, but the opportunity was not one he wished to bypass. He knew not where he was, so there was a small, lingering hope that the figure before him might know and remain comfortable enough to divulge the information. Would you happen to know where we are? A silvery voice reverberated from him as the other had turned to leave. The words were accompanied with a seated position that allowed his large figure to appear less daunting.