Hoshor Plains the remembering

for @Fjall <3!

the afternoon brings with it a small rise in the temperatures, and though the first day of spring had come, winter still hung on with a white knuckled vengeance. arktos had even sworn that he'd seen soft snow flurries earlier that'd morning.

he takes a break from the arduous task of border markings — though finished with the initial marking there was the slightly easier task of just refreshing whilst on patrols — in the hopes of catching something small to fill his belly.

he's fortunate in that he happens across a plump groundhog that offers a nice reprieve from the sinewy rabbits he mostly caught. he can't help the small nagging thoughts of wondering what one of the bison might taste like and how full the meat and bones of one of those great beasts would leave him.

still, he is content to keep attempting to build that bridge of trust with the herd and feast on smaller plains creatures.

with his prize hanging limply from betwixt his jaws arktos gravitates closer to the borders so he does not have to go far to resume his patrol.