Hoshor Plains but I kinda like her style

The ebony male was contended to observe the hustle and bustle about their small gathering while the two women conversed. He was still stunned by the sheer number of individuals here, and found within his heart a mixture of both trepidation and intense curiosity.

“Eleven… for now.”

Kukutux’s words registered and rang in his mind. How on earth could he hope to meet all these folks… and remember their names?

He lifted his head and returned his focus back to the chatting pair of women as Kukutux explained that she was a “matchmaker.” Interesting - he’d never heard of this profession before, though her brief explanation elucidated what it entailed. So, she essentially helped others form a couple.

‘Mac’s tail swung lazily at his hocks as Easy caught his eye. He blinked, his expression neutral - clinical interest shown at most, but little else registered in his mind. His attention darted back to a nearby camp, where boisterous laughter had just broken out.