Hoshor Plains the remembering

His stomach squealed at the mere thought of something to eat. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he was! I am apparently starving, he admitted with a laugh, tail wagging gratefully until it was stilled by the distant noises.

Arktos was unable to put a name to the unseen beasts, though he had other terms, marking their denominations. The Herd, Fjall chewed over. Well, this herd certainly didn’t sound like any form of deer or sheep he’d ever heard, and that was without any mention of the smell he was now noticing on the shifting winds…

He was so perplexed that he nearly missed the man’s foxish grin – a flash of amusement from what had previously been a stone mask of intelligent stoicism. (When he would think back on it later, this moment would remind Fjall of the flare of sentimentality Arktos had given at the end of their first encounter; and another page of the book was turned; another layer became exposed.)

Meal forgotten for now, he nodded mutely to the invitation, gulping as he padded wide-eyed alongside Arktos. What on his Maker’s great realm was he about to see?

LOL hate that! happens to me all the time when i'm making grocery lists xD