Hoshor Plains the remembering

fjall gives them a word: bison. mossgreen gaze takes in the ambling beast, content to ignore the two wolves nearby him. fjall offers him tidbits of information that arktos hadn't been aware of and he tucks away that information: that the male and females separated. he'd assumed they were one herd but he doesn't realize that they only mingled during mating season.

arktos lets out a pensive grunt. i didn't realize they separated, arktos admits with a low laugh; quieted in the presence of the great beasts. they didn't appear to care but arktos was not confident in their presence enough to believe that without any doubt.

can't say for sure. maybe. they're minglin' right now. because he knows he's seen cows mixed among the bulls. arktos mulls on this for a bit before his gaze flickers back to fjall where it rests. you know a lot about these bison for thinking they were mythological creatures. arktos invites fjall to elaborate if he wished to.