Hoshor Plains no good horses

She had no intentions of returning to the plains. They stretched too far for her liking, too open - creating a vulnerable feeling within the young wolfess who'd known nothing but her father's forest.

Vaermina had swiftly gotten over the way she'd offended the horse who'd chased her, knowing that it was nature's way. Though she'd had no desire of worrying the herbivores that made their home on the fields, she understood there need to assert themselves.

They all simply wanted to live.

She lurked, and noted with curiosity how an unfamiliar male moved along the territory edge with purpose. Vaermina settled her hindquarters atop the large boulder from which she'd been surveying the land, and waited for him to notice her.