Hoshor Plains I’m here for a good time

They are still on high alert, the man warned as he saw the stranger, watching him eye a group of giants which had split from the massive column of bodies.

Mojag had been upon the plains throughout the bulk of the adventure. He had watched as the camps had begun to pack their things and disperse, and now lingered for the sake of watching the bison.

He suspected this young man was doing the same. He kept his posture neutral, letting the end of his tail sway so he would look friendly. If you were hoping to hunt one, I would not recommend it.