Hoshor Plains the long black train

Knowing now that a village was forming, Mojag had to make a decision. He did not want to part from the plains at all—the bison were too intriguing to him, and there was so much more of them he wished to study—but in order to continue following this desire, he'd have to adapt to the changes occuring. He thought it was fortunate that the man was recruiting, and that he appeared to be agreeable; this Arktos.

Mojag wasn't usually introspective or quiet; his habit as a boy to yell or to sing had fallen by the wayside as he'd matured, but if he needed his voice he would use it, and was unafraid. If it means I can stay upon these plains, then I would like to be of help. He figured it would benefit him to be up-front about his desires, in the end.

I can show you to where the villages made their temporary camps and maybe there will be something to be salvaged there; or I can leave you to the work you're doing and go patrol elsewhere. If this was acceptable, Mojag would consider himself recruited—and he looked now to Arktos to gauge his reaction.