Hoshor Plains gunnr's horse

Oh? Would you say it is the tall grass or the open sky? Fjall mused. Are there many plainlands where you are from? he went on to ask conversationally, quietly digging for a connection to share.

Fjall chewed thoughtfully in the meantime, finding himself bemused once again by the nostalgic tone that colored Arktos’ thoughts and words. He enjoyed peeking behind the man’s layers, every curtain a thrill as he didn’t know if he would get what he expected. Often, the plainswolf was just as he seemed, but sometimes…