Hoshor Plains The Winds of Notos!

There that little tail went again- all wild and electrified as his bowed head ate. The small nubs on his head pushed roughly against the dirt, uprooting grass seed and soft dirt. Launching it up in the air, puffs of air came out of his nose. Then came up his hoof, beating on the ground in clumsy stomps until he got a proper footing in to start digging! But then he found no fun in that, until his mind was running free with what he could do, and what he'd learn to do.

In large jumps, with seedlings of power he did not have, but one day would sprout into a beastly rush, he was jumping in circles. Head down, he used his spikes to continue digging, digging, digging, as the sun enveloped his back, and a large smile was plastered on a night-kissed, speckled face.

His joy, endless and only harvested by a nursery of grasslands and woodlands that welcomed him. He thought of decorating the tree branches in acorns and dry grasses. He thought of how he could pull off barks and wrap the stumps in ornaments. Well, if he could figure it out! Laughter poured from his lips, cries of herds from a million spirits in his lungs, released in giggles of pure curiosity- rivers of jubilation. His mouth grabbed hold of buried seeds and stashes- ones he hoped were abandoned and that no poor creature wanted for later.

Oh, he would just give back in plenty more, double more! He'd make up for it, they'd see! Anything!

Rearing his head up to the sun to take a large breath of air in through gentle, grinning lips, his eyes turned to honey in the light. Simple joys, simple things, simple acts, pleased him.

Then a wind hit him, and he froze as he then gasped! His head was darting in different directions, staring ahead of him, until he thought that he could see something!