Hoshor Plains coming home

It had been late, but Cassidy felt the need to explore, to move, it was a typical case of teenage restlessness. He found his way to a large Bison herd, he thought he would watch them for a while, reminded him of his father, his family, his home. He trotted around them, keeping a distance from the thundering beasts, in his head he imagined himself hunting beside his father, a legendary man in Cassidy’s world.

He made his way to a good vantage point where he could watch the whole herd again, and he counted what he could. He’d finished counting when he noticed a tall, dark, wolf-like figure standing the fields, and curiosity won as he decided to approach the man. 

“Howdy.” He greeted, quiet enough that he didn’t startled the herd, “The names’ Cassidy. Who might you be?”