Hoshor Plains sediment ii

the stallion blew hot air from his snout and watched the breath wreath his throat, eyeing the woman. she certainly enjoyed the sound of her own voice. complaints did not fare well around maplesmoke. they are many but we are faster and smarter, he would point out—unclear if he meat wolf or bison, or likely both.

what had drawn him away from winterburl was the chance of exploration, discovery, and a new beginning away from blood ties. threats existed everywhere regardless. maplesmoke looked to the bison herd next, clicking his teeth thoughtfully, and then his eye was drawn to where fancy was watching, so he too saw the potbellied woman.

he stamped the frosted plain, catching the eye of fancy in a glance, and then began to pick his way along to seek the herd without fear of it or the wolves beyond.