Hoshor Plains The Winds of Notos!

He went after her but Talisman never found the mysterious woman (@Qiao). It was as if her trail vanished into the ether. Part of him wondered if he’d dreamed the entire encounter—it wasn’t the first time that notion had crossed his mind since arriving in this particular stretch of wilderness—but, in any case, he didn’t die from poisoning, which left him to continue wandering.

After crossing a fair meadow and bedding down in a forest that could only be described as creepy or possibly haunted, Talis rose with the sun and trotted further north. He came to the edge of a great lake and took care of his thirst before roaming along the shoreline. On the far side, the lake emptied into a river. The young coyote decided to follow it.

Unbeknownst to him, he walked along the edge of plain where his ancestors once lived as slaves. He strode along at a steady pace, barely aware of the open grasses, until he came to an abrupt halt and turned his head sharply to the right. The wind sloughed across the dewy plain and he could’ve sworn on his life he heard a voice whisper, “Zafra!”

His auburn ears pressed forward, swept back, then pricked again. Talis squinted, then drew in a breath and prepared to keep moving. Before he could, he abruptly noticed movement many yards away across the grassland. He stared at it a moment, trying to focus his pale blue eyes, and realized it was a deer. It became especially clear when the beast raised its—his, going by the antlers—head and shook it all about like he was doing the Hokey Pokey.

Talis crouched, trying to hide his svelte figure among the long grasses. He was hungry but he wasn’t stupid, no matter what that woman implied. He wouldn’t hunt the stag, though he could certainly watch him for a while to see if he did anything entertaining.