Hoshor Plains the remembering

from the sounds of it, arktos was left to assume that fjall hadn't eaten in a while. tsh, arktos gives a shake of his head, the action and soft noise flirting with the line of teasing. playful, perhaps. you didn't even feed yourself on your walk? c'mon. lets get some still warm food in your belly. he turns and leads the way back to where he'd left his groundhog.

his ears twitch as the lazy footfalls of the herd moving nearer and he lifts his head. sounds like they're comin' to us. arktos murmurs. keep still, eat your meal. they don't seem too bothered by me and my wife and the others. still, don't want them to get spooked and start stampeding. but then again, arktos went specifically out of his way to assimilate himself with the herd: so that they would not be easily spooked.

he gestures over the tall heathers to the nearest; the largest bull of the herd a few feet from them, his head bowing to graze at the grasses underhoof. i think that big bastard there's the leader. the herd appears to follow him but maybe that's just me tryin' to make 'em like us.