Hoshor Plains no good horses

She watched him prowl her way, a beast of impressive stature. His pelt was dense and full and his frame was powerful - a giant! In some ways he reminded Vaermina of her father, more so when at last he noticed her loitering and spoke to her in that same matter-of-fact tone.

The young spider blinked slowly, looking down on him from her rocky perch. She imagined he, an aspiring Alpha, would not like that.

Vaermina collected herself and moved, Leaping down until she felt earth beneath her paws. And I am Vaermina, she answered in a velvet tone. Yellowstone, you say?