Hoshor Plains why you gotta despise it?

taking on a bison is only for the strongest of hunters. the boy slid onto his belly. propped by adolescent angles that spoke of the man he would become.

sobeille turned to him, golden eyes apprising. dat explains why you be up here, den. the casualty in which she remarked upon it seemed to further feed its coldness.

she should care she was being mean, but she didn't. the world outside of sapphique was uncultured and wrong -- sobeille endured it in long suffering sighs. what do dey be tastin' like?

in that moment her thoughts traveled to the thundering of a thousand hooves; what a shame it would be for any wolf to find their skull beneath the sea of churning and indifferent legs.