Hoshor Plains no good horses

arktos is quiet as she speaks of her poisons, of what some can do ranging from mild to as severe as death. though the warbear can acknowledge well enough knowing poisons from medicines was good and fine, he is a little wary of the giddiness in which she speaks of causing these ailments.

i prefer to kill with teeth, the wrangler rumbles in a low murmur, though she hadn't necessarily asked his opinion on that particular matter. but it's a useful skill you've got.

a squint is given skyward for a moment before his gaze moves back to their path. sure, nature's real interestin'. but his fascination lay in storms and other forces of nature as opposed to flora.