Hoshor Plains stinging nettle

maplesmoke kept watch of the plains. he saw wolves dispersing throughout the day and night, and now watched some silhouettes moving west against the sigh of winter.

he would seek each cardinal direction and then count, and stomp, and so during irregular intervals he could share with the mares the number. the last of them were on their way — to this he gave a triumphant bellow.

the bison watched all of this with little interest. some would snort. a few felt cajoled in to stomping too, in mockery of the long-necked man.