Hoshor Plains the long black train

arktos follows mojag's lead, pausing when he paused.

mossgreen gaze maps out where he gestures, noting the signs of a camp left abandoned. or, perhaps unfortunately not with the intention of abandonment. either way, it was yellowstone's property now.

lets head to the closest, the one made by moontide, decides the wrangler, lifting his nose to the slightly arid wind. still, it held a chill that was beginning to wane with each passing full moon. two, perhaps three more were left before summer would be barreling towards them.

we'll take stock of what, if anything, we can salvage from it. i should start on my patrols soon. what you choose to do is up to you. there was no shortage of work that needed done and while arktos expected mojag to pull his weight and help, he wasn't going to dictate the specifics.