Hoshor Plains Before the Bugle

Indeed, the thrum of wolves on the horizon had drawn the attention of a certain spider.

Idly, she wove her way through the crowd in search of food or mischief, making a point to brush against the pelts of many others so that her scent would not seem too out of place.

A popular woman stood out from the rest, one that passer-by's seemed to greatly respect and greet more frequently than others. She seemed like a woman in charge. Drawing closer, the word Heph was prominent in conversation (she wouldn't have called it eavesdropping, more blending in).

"It's Heph, right?" Sidling up to her with a confident swish of her tail. It was a gamble, but Tiberia was ready to melt back into the throng should she come up empty handed.