Hoshor Plains sweet grass

Heph laughed along easily with the other wolf, glad to hear stories and anecdotes about life, especially in Moonglow, Moonsong, and Moonspear. "Fair enough, I'm not much of a fighter either, but if you wanted Towhee is in Moontide this winter and I'm sure if you visited she could teach you a few moves to box the ears of any boys you'd like."

She nodded her head, Amalia and Reina were unfamiliar names to her but she had now met Kukutux, Sialuk, and Reverie before and recognized. Though she hoped she would not need to stop by the healer's area for any dire business she was glad to hear that a few wolves had gathered. She wondered if Aminthe from Moonsong had not come but did not dwell on it. At the mention of the energy in the air she nodded her head. "When you know there will be a chase your body and mind get ready even if it is not time yet. The rush of the hunt makes us faster, stronger, reckless, but it can be...overwhelming with all the energy in the body and nowhere to go and with so many wolves here." Though she had not meant to go on for so long so close to the hunt and her eyes blazed, a slightly distant look as she watched not only the hunters but the signs of bison in the distance. Even with the drink to center her she still felt it. The desire to run and chase and let blood and dance with a death that would be short coming to those not fast enough, not strong enough, to cunning enough in the face of their adversary. And with those desires so high in many wolves all gathered together, the energy feeding off each other, for they were pack animals and the hunt of one was the hunt of the pack, she could feel it, did her best to temper it with her own experience though in many ways she was still a brash young hunter.