Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

Pre-hunt

There were so many bodies and voices. Clamoring, clawing to be heard. Oh there was laughter and rejoicing,  new friends, old friends, family. And she felt displaced. 

Truly she wanted to turn tail and run. This many wolves in one place it was absolutely frightening. And yet she sought out connection, words. Wondering if she could meet others or find solace in her friends.

Delicate pawsteps as she meandered throughout the lands. Green gaze observing, ears titled to catch snapshots of sound.