Hoshor Plains no good horses

arktos doesn't see her; at least not right away. the shadow pelages woman was subconsciously brushed off as a figment of his imagination caught out of the corner of his eye.

it's only after a second look as the wrangler's mind sends up the red flag of 'hey i definitely say something!!' that he realizes it's a woman, perched upon a large boulder.

not enough of the borders had even been marked yet for him to justify being peevish about it so he carefully shoos away the instinct that urges him otherwise. instead, he lets out a low chuff, readjusting his course to bring him closer to her.

this is yellowstone's land, he informs. rather, it would be, it was becoming. either way it was. and i am arktos. he offers in introduction, steps slowing upon his approach.