Hoshor Plains Footprints on Frost

Phox rolled his eyes at her comment, hoping he didn't really sound so... silly. Then again, if Heph was into it, maybe it wasn't that bad after all. There was an easygoing nature to her he couldn't help but enjoy, and he was glad to be taking his time with this rather than rushing into things. He'd done that too many times in the past, and now he could just stroll along, slow and steady. It was decidedly preferable to his old ways.

Heph's eyes locked on to something in the distance, and Phox followed her gaze to the brown blobs in the distance. No matter how many times I see them, he whispered, they always seem unreal in those numbers. They moved as a singular mass, keeping their most vulnerable members to the inside of the herd. It was a wonder any of the hunts were ever successful with a defensive strategy like that.