Hoshor Plains no good horses

There came a small jolt of electricity through Vaermina's paws at the ease with which Arktos accepted her. Her clearwater eyes sparkled with delight as he veered off to carry on with his duties, inviting her to join him so they may carry on learning of one another.

She moved in close, pressing shoulder and flank to his roughly and snaking herself along his side. Vaermina did so purely to align his scent with her own as not to offend any other Yellowstone wolf when their conversation came to an end.

I hunt, I scout. I am well practiced in herbology, she told her new leader, parting from him to allow space between their frames once more; though I favour plants of a more... sinister nature. She eyed him then, keen to gauge his opinion of the darker side of herbology.